He's bleeding through the bandages, just as I thought he might be. I reach a hand out towards his back but don't touch him. No need to add to the pain anymore than I already have. "You'll live. The doctors here have more than my mother did. But your bandages should be changed." I glance down the hallway, hoping there's at least one doctor there. As far as I can tell, they work in shifts. "Do you want me to get someone?" My eyes glance over at the white cloth on his back, stained with blood in places. I've seen far too much of it in the past year that even now, the scent of it makes me gag.