George pinches the bridge of his nose and leans against the table, and stays that way for a few minutes. If he had his way, he'd upend the dining table right now and blow the bookcase to smithereens. But that's hardly helpful, and he needs to focus on doing what's right and helping his son.

"Yes, I want to know who the hell maimed my son and see them appropriately charged! I want to know how my son was in and out of the hospital in under a day with an amputation, and how it's even legal for him to be discharged without my knowing about it! And who the hell gave him that thing!" George points to the fake arm on the floor. His voice has definitely gotten progressively louder into shouting by now, despite his best efforts at keeping calm.

James watches from the couch, giving Togusa a guilty glance. Thanks for covering me on this.