Jon stares for a moment after him, wondering how he can possibly say it wouldn't matter. They likely already knew it wasn't an accident. They likely already sectioned it and the truth would never reach the light of day. Those people would never get justice.

He walks over, trying to suppress his own rising panic. It was shockingly easy, for some reason, when he focused on simply categorizing the facts, making proper notes in his head.

It takes a lot to resist asking Martin for details, to not say 'statement of Martin Blackwood, regarding an attack on his apartment.' He swallows as he sits down next to him. "Just... one thing at a time. Alright. Let me see your hand- how bad is it? Did you see someone for it?"