Bolion stopped trotting and turned to see this man. His body language quickly shifted from boisterous and playful to bordering on aggressive, but his voice was calm and his face expressionless when he asked, "Sir? Or, is it madam? I'm so sorry, I couldn't tell between the dress, the weak chin, and the generally nagging disposition- But that doesn't matter."
He laid a hand on Della's shoulder, and another on the Healer's, before continuing, "I am a patient in this institute. A paying, injured patient! I have here-" he removed his hand from the mage's shoulder to indicate toward Della, "A young and capable volunteer who is more than willing to wait on my every trivial need - and mind you there are a lot of those - while you the trained and capable physician are free to attend those who require your services! And you're here instead, telling off someone beneath your pay grade while people are dying man!"
He released Della to grab the man by both of his shoulders and gently shook him to make his point, "Your time is wasted here! There aren't even that many patients in this place! Look at that guy-" He pointed rather exuberantly at an old man with a recently amputated foot, snoring contentedly, "He's probably on death's row, he has no time to notice anything my nurse is doing!"
Bolion circled around behind the mage, speaking as he went and keeping both hands on his shoulders, "Besides, my ailment is largely that of the cardiac variety. I could have a heart attack, granted, but my lovely companion here is an electromage. If anyone has the capability to restart this heart in an emergency, it is she!"
Bolion, face well behind the healer's, wiggled his fingers at Della and mouthed something that looked like 'Do the sparky thing'. He then swung around the Healer's right, swinging his left arm around him and saying, "So you see, I am in good hands, maestro. Good enough for the time being, and if you really think she's so incompetent, then I'm afraid I'll have to go with her! We're a package deal."
