[A faintly hollow-eyed stare is returned, as he's returned to that bed. His hair's damp, and his binds had to be changed—he'd pulled some stitches on the frantic journey across the village, but fortunately, they're giving him morphine. Sitting still in a place that was reserved for the sickly or injured, he didn't like. Hasn't for a long, long time. Any chance he has of avoiding these places, he goes for it.
He tries to smile, tight-lipped, but it fails him.]
... Doctor.
[He's tired, but he's not below replying to her. Even if it's in a low voice that sounds like he's had far too much happen to him in one day.]
[Action, Clinic]
He tries to smile, tight-lipped, but it fails him.]
... Doctor.
[He's tired, but he's not below replying to her. Even if it's in a low voice that sounds like he's had far too much happen to him in one day.]
Hey.