Narration: Young Master Hellsing simply had a bad knock on the head. But Mr. Wooster’s face had a deathly pallor. He was not bleeding heavily, so I focused on elevating his legs.

Jeeves: That was very foolhardy of you, sir.

Bertie: Jeeves…?

No…it wasn’t…I knew you’d…save me. You…always do. Jeeves…you can…get rid of…the polka-dot tie…

Jeeves: Sir, please, just try to stay awake.