[Clutching a freshly made gauze compress to the side of his neck, Solomon rose to greet his guest. Stitches had only exasperated his wound, providing him with yet more openings to bleed from... but at least he knew what not to do for the man walking in his door.]

Mr. Keats... how good to see you, even if it is under unfortunate circumstances. Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable while I take a look at your injury.