I'm going to clarify something before I launch into this: I do not do house calls as a matter of routine. I do, however, do them if someone is on the brink of death and desperately needs someone, anyone, to try and help them. Unless it's because you pulled a hangnail out wrong or something.
In this case, it's a group of three teenagers. Best friends who have found themselves assaulted by a particular tall individual on a regular basis. And tonight, they've asked me to hurry to their place to take care of the aftermath of an...encounter. My arm's still in agony, and it's a 20 or so hour drive, but I think this journey is warranted. I'll give details when I get back, time is precious right now.
I wanted to perform surgery on the Boss before I had to go do something like this, but he can wait until I get back.