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In the moments that had passed for the Healer to show up, nothing had really passed between the brothers other than a few grunts of pain. Amery had slid awkwardly down the wall, pressed funnily between chairs and the large flat surface behind him, and in a good amount of pain. His breathing was labored and the bleeding had not stopped, and the room was starting to spin slightly.

Which is why, when the Healer opened the door and Mackenzie Goldstein walked in, the floor slipped from him a little more. The last time he had seen Mackenzie had been a very angry family confrontation, and none of the people in the room at that moment in time had had fond memories of it. Amery couldn't remember the last words he had spoken to Mackenzie, as a matter of fact, and didn't doubt that they were probably of an unkind nature.

Grayson's "He's worse," vaguely registered and he tried in vain to readjust himself with the furniture, but just slid a bit further down the wall.

"Oh, me?" he asked thickly. "No, no, I've got--oh, hell, I've got--"

Apparently, words were too painful. He just settled for groaning and hoped a)the remaining animosity between the two of them had dissipated and b)her hands weren't very cold...