Hah, well. You certainly weren't alone in that regard.

[he says, knocking back a slug of his freshly-poured drink, feels the pleasant warmth of inebriation begin to come up on him, steady and slow. Infinitesimally, the hard line of his broad shoulders loosens.]

And that's fair, I suppose. Not everyone's favourite place. Negative associations and all that. But look, in future, if you are wounded and need assistance but would prefer to keep away from a clinic, you know how to find me. I'd come to you, if you need it.