"I'm alright" Harry answered gruffly, his already husky voice seemed to lower in pitch and grain. I moved the towel to tab the blood away from his nose.
"Can you move you arm?" I asked, my eyes flickering towards his bruised shoulder. Harry slowly brought his arm up, biting down on his lower lip to distract himself from the pain before letting the limb fall again so he could breathe. I shook my head in a defeated manner. "You've dislocated your shoulder, you can't really use it to fight" I whispered, knowing he'd hate the news but disregard it anyways.
"I can fight" he replied sternly, letting me only nod slowly.
"Just go easy on it, we don't need anything torn and further damaged." Harry nodded in understanding, so I signalled the assistants to help him stand. Harry stubbornly let them
