[Johnny hasn't been in town long, but even he can vaguely tell that there's...well, there's a lot more people hospitalized than he would expect from a small town in the middle of ass-nowhere. It doesn't seem unusual in his gut, but when looked at from a logical standing, he can't help but wonder. So, while he's not exactly...surprised to see another person in such a shit condition, his eyes are still drawn.

He doesn't mean to stare. He never means to stare. But rather than acting defensive, he snaps back, leaning forward in his chair.]

Well, if you want my honest opinion as to what I'm seein', I'd have to say a torn-up piece'a meat. I'm surprised you can fuckin' talk.

[...Okay, he could have maybe laid off a bit, but also: he can already smell the jerkass on this guy, so he's really not too concerned, morally speaking.]