"No. I don't think so, anyway. I'm not a healer but... I think I've got the worst of it. Your ribs and lung too, though we need to get you to Susan." He paused and she turned her head to watch him. Almost absent mindedly, he reached up, as though to run his hand through his hair, before seeming to notice that his palm was covered in blood. Hers. Slowly, eyes on his bright red palm, he lowered it to rest on his thigh. "Should do that immediately, in fact."