"Grey," Curtis said, taking a step forward, trying to draw the younger man's attention back to him, "They're going to look at your arm. You're going to need to let them, or it's not going to heal right, you know that."

They'd seen what happened, in the tail, when injuries weren't treated properly. A break like that could cripple a person for life.

And one of them needed two good arms.

The nurse, the one who'd led them back, looked between the two of them with big, sympathetic eyes and said softly, "You can go back with him, if it'll be better for him. We'll put you in a lead apron, you'll be fine."