Page 90 of Marry Me, Doc

Reed:

Sorry, what?

Wells:

Given your dramatic nature, I'm going to need you define, "almost dying."

Spencer:

Do you announce when you leave social media groups, too? You do, don't you.

Wells:

He still has his fingers and most of his brain, clearly.

Frost:

Rook said you needed a blood transfusion.

Wells:

Shit.

Reed:

Wait, now I'm a little miffed, too.

Spencer:

I'll make sure to video chat next time I'm in mortal peril.

Reed:

What happened?

Spencer:

I got stabbed by a reciprocating saw.

Wells:

At least it reciprocated and wasn't one-sided.

Frost:

Unlike my love for Spencer.

Reed:

Are you still in the hospital? What were your hemoglobin levels? Did it sever an artery?

Rook:

I should link his chart. It's hilarious.

Frost:

Oooh charts. Why is it funny?