Don't. [The word is clipped, expression almost sick at the sudden rush of pain at that. It's the sort that dissolves the vision in whites and reds, leaving him still unaware of Miles' uncanny relief. He continues after a steadying breath.] If you wont mind your injury I'll bind that arm as well.
[There's a fine tremor in his hand when he reaches for the communicator.]
no subject
[There's a fine tremor in his hand when he reaches for the communicator.]