"Sir, you’re going to need to work with me. I need to make sure you’re not potentially infectious." The ace looked man dead in the eye, but kept his hands at his sides as he awaited his consent, half expecting the perpetually displeased looking conman to throw a fit. "Are you currently hurting anywhere?"
Nick’s eyes narrow at the man he was unfortunate enough to come across after a rough encounter and now had to sit there while the man tried to aid him. Except Nick was horribly stubborn when it came to dealing with strangers. Especially ones in a uniform. ”I’m fine.” The male spat, his arms crossed tight and defensively over his chest.
The man had been cross with him pretty much from the get-go, but Piers would remain unwavering. He wasn't buying into the fact that he was fine, either, unless you would consider being coated in grime and bruises fine. "I'm not doing this just for your sake." Piers insisted. "Do you want to responsible for another viral outbreak?" His patience was wearing thin; if no one checked him up now there would be the possibility of spreading the infection without even knowing, and infection spread fast. If anyone could attest to that, it was Piers.
