Stevie ain't gonna give a good goddamn about me, [Tommy mutters as Eddie drags him forward into the tent and into the waiting arms of the medical staff. If he'd thought a few steps ahead he'd admit that he was hoping to drop Eddie off and about-face.] And you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, I'm use enough to injuries, I just figured-

[He'd tried to turn, but a slight woman with a terrifying expression on her face steps in front of him and points to a chair, and Tommy sits. He swallows. Wants to ask for something, drugs, maybe, basic prescription shit, but doesn't. Rubs his forehead with fingers while he's examined.] She clocked the back of her head good on the stage, [he mutters at the guy helping Eddie - just so she doesn't get off light.]