That does little to calm Grif down. Especially the part about worse injuries. Even in his panicked state, that doesn't sound right on a number of levels.

"SO? I'D MAKE SHIT UP OR SOMETHING!" And he would. He's got connections somewhere. His sister would help him out, he's sure.

He rounds on Washington.

"Look, if you're gonna do that, do it in a room with better light. I don't remember the last time I cleaned in here and the last thing we need is an infection or some shit."