I open the medical bay door for Landry, unable to stop looking at how pale he has become.
The nurse looks up from her desk, her gaze flicking between us. Recognition sparks almost immediately.
"Not you two again," she mutters, getting up. "You're a little late to be returning for that broken clavicle."
She looks at the area in question, and her expression shifts the moment she sees his shoulder.
"It's out," he says bluntly, before taking another ragged breath in.
"Yes, I can see that," she says, all humour gone.
She gestures for us to follow her through the double doors into the bay.
"Sit down."
He does, gingerly, on the edge of the examination table. The movement drags a low sound from him, and his breathing turns short and sharp as he tries to manage the pain.
"Name?" she asks,
