Fortunately for Guy Eldoon, he is hyper-aware of his surroundings, and thus: notices the fist coming down upon his head, and reels out of the way, bringing both arms up to block the damned punch from landing upon his face or head. "OY!" he cries out, again, desperately trying to ignore the pain along his burned jawline as he stretches his mouth open to shout; his patient was the priority, right now, after all!

"I SAID, where's the damned BULLET, son?! Seriously: did you already dig it OUT with your own damned HANDS!"