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Finn had arrived early, as he was accustomed to doing. A quick glance at the board showed that he had been assigned a partner to work with that day on his rounds, which he wasn't sure how to take. The name was...recognizable, he realized, when he remembered that Jack had mentioned a Leslie on more than one occasion, though whether or not this was one and the same remained to be seen.

It was the smell of cigarette smoke that caught his attention first, the younger man coming in on his blind side and not seen until Finn shifted his head slightly. The moon intermediate was already at the nurses station, sipping a coffee, waiting for his shift's partner to arrive, and here he seemed to be.

Finn turned around so that he was facing him, fingers tapping on the counter top while he took the other man in, his hair, his over all ******** me, are you seriously the little piss head that Hawthorn's been hanging around lately?" Finn's greeting likely left much to be desired, but there was at least a small smile tugging up at his lips, an amused note to his tone though his eye was sharp, cold, and gave away no hint of how he really felt.

Finn snorted, and thought to himself, how very original, all while keeping a steady gaze on the young man he'd been partnered with for the day.

"Ah yes, f*****t, that's one I haven't heard in a while. I can see why Jack likes you so much already."

A moments pause, considering whether or not Leslie should have known him, not really surprised if Jack had never mentioned his name before. Why would he?

"Nope. What's on the list for today? Anything good?" He asked, all while reaching over as if to snatch the first one or two sets of paperwork out of Leslie's arms.

He was busying himself with glancing at each of the patients files that he had grabbed, even as Leslie recounted exactly what he was seeing in the paperwork.

"In other words, a whole lot of boring nothing." He stated, until Leslie mentioned one thing that actually piqued his interest.

"Ice crotch." He repeated, shuffling what he had taken away from Leslie back together as he leaned towards him and glanced at what he was still holding.

"That's hilarious." He mused, almost more to himself then to Leslie. "Well, lets get started then."

He plunked everything back down in the other mans arms, turned on his heel, and made his way to the first patients bed.

"Indeed." Finn smirked, finding the younger mans general attitude at least somewhat interesting. He listened with half an ear as Leslie explained the ice crotch situation a little more, and let out a light chuckle.

"Hope he or she was hot enough to make it worth it. Does anybody even bother to read the ******** pamphlets they hand out when we wake up?" He asked, though it was a rhetorical question that didn't really require the other man to answer.

Leslie's bedside manner left a lot to be desired, but Finn couldn't exactly judge less he be painted a total hypocrite. The needle was given a glance, "I suppose half the time makes sense, given that there are two of you. Still, how very generous of him. Go ahead, I'll get the next one."

Fair was fair or some s**t, after all.

Finn let out a derisive snort in response, apparently deciding that was enough of an answer, and then crossed his arms over his chest to watch while Leslie went about his work with stitching. While the other man might have been improving, Finn watched him critically. What Leslie considered up to standard for Deus, Finn considered sloppy, his lips pursed but no words given, a until they were turning and heading towards the next bed.

"What?" He frowned, genuinely confused about what the ******** a breakup had to do with anything medical related, until he took the chart from Leslie's hands and skimmed it over. "The ********...." The guy was in pretty bad shape. Broken nose, dislocated shoulder, fractured ribs.....

"....Did she (or he) push him out a window?" He raised his eyebrows, before being struck with a second bout of confusion. Laffy taffy wha---Oh. Jack.

Finn gave a slight smile and shook his head before pushing the curtain back to assess the patient, before going to work. Shoulder first, popping it back into place with little gentleness. The guy was already crying, didn't seem to matter if more tears were added. A sling was given before he moved on to the nose, inspecting, thumbs going up to press and move bones back into place (though the guy would be lucky if it didn't heal at least a little crooked) before a bandage was placed.

The ribs were last, bandages wound around tight enough to lessen the mans discomfort. Pain pills were prescribed, and Finn flashed him a cold grin before sending him on his way to pick up said pills on his way out.

He would live. There was no reason to keep him any longer than necessary.

"You just don't know him as well as I do." Finn finally responded, quite belatedly, to Leslie's assessment of Jack's generosity, or lack there of. "Besides, I'd say he's quite generous in some very obvious ways. His insults. His ego." Finn smirked, glancing over at the other man.

"What's next?"

Hrm, yes, the basement stairs. For a brief moment, Finn was reminded of the time that he had "helped" Noemi take a wardrobe down those stairs. She had gone down first, but he had still with all of his strength taken the brunt of the weight.

It had made it all the more surprising for the girl when he had let go, and the wardrobe had slid into her hard enough to knock her down to the bottom of the steps, where it crashed as well.

There was a small smile on his lips as he reminisced that beautiful moment in his life, hardly noticeable as he went about his work. Before he sent the man on his way, however, he leaned in to say "This is what it feels like to be a little b***h." With a pleasant smile, before moving on.

The next patient was by far the most interesting. Finn didn't know why, but he'd always expected the first ice crotch he came across to belong to some geeky death or lifer, and more than likely of the male persuasion. But nope, it was a woman, and it was hard to keep a straight face when she gave the retelling of what had happened to leave her in this very awkward position.

When Leslie turned towards him, Finn debated only briefly.

"Might as well. If she doesn't get one from us I'm sure she'll find one somewhere." He shrugged his shoulders, though what he'd really wanted to say was no, let her suffer the full consequences a little longer. People like her didn't even deserve treatment, in his opinion. A lesson needed to be taught.

Though, to be fair, he doubted she'd pull that little stunt again.

Still, he was curious.

"What was it?" He asked the girl. "Please tell me it at least looked human?"

Her resolute silence and sudden averted gaze was enough to answer that question for him, and he scoffed while giving his head a small shake.