Cole wriggled, uncomfortable wriggle, not happy one, and fussed as the soldiers lifted the stretcher from the cart, mumbling to himself about something. Maybe an ill fitting shoe, or a broken toe.

"It isn't bleeding anymore, the potion made the skin close up and the muscle knit itself together. Sort of."

It would hold if not aggravated, which was probably the point of not letting him walk on it.

"You'll be there soon, Dorian?"