Pulling Teeth

I woke up in a bright room.
The light shone directly over me, causing me to cover my eyes with my arm.
There was a chart next to me.
It read-
Patient's name: William Joseph Armstrong
Wrong!
Age: 18
Sex: Yes please!

Naw, that's just how i read it in my head.
It actually said 'Male'.

Reason for visit: Patient recieved a stab wound in between the legs.
It is unknown how this happened, but when the patient wakes up, we can question him/her about what happened.
How the patient will arrive back at his accomadation: Friend, Michael Ryan Pritchard, Age 17, Male, will drive him/her.

Aah, you can always count on Mike for anything.
He finally came to pick me up, and drove me home.
When we got there, i almost exploded from laughter.
Tre was sitting on top of the couch like snoopy on his kennel.
"Hey Tre. Where's Charlie Brown?" i joked.
He flipped me off and groaned.
"Was i drunk last night?" he asked.
I took a deep breath.
"Tre... you were completely smashed"
Tre glared at me.
"Yeah, well, at least i don't have a stab wound in my di-" He started.
"Don't even go there Tre!" I cut him off.
He pouted and fell asleep, not changing positions.