Next time he got into a bar fight, Ronan decided he'd grab a beer bottle first. He pushed himself up enough toget a good look at his leg. He felt around his knee. Swollen, tender to the touch, and enough pain to leave him gritting his teeth. He'd need help walking, forget driving himself to the hospital.

He exhaled through his teeth and began to pick out the larger shards of glass still stuck in his jeans. "What the fuck do you think?"