"You're going to your room. Now," Brian said. "You want to walk or you want me to apprate you there?" Robert glared at Brian. "You did put me in charge, did you not?" Brian confronted him.
"Not of me," Robert said. "I can't leave her."
"If you don't leave her for a little bit, you will be leaving her for far longer than you wanted to when the shock wipes you off your feet. You know better," Brian said. "Let us set them and stop the shock and cut the pain. If you rest a little bit, you'll still be of use to her. If you don't you'll lose every bit of usefulness you have, and you leave us pretty much defenseless."
"Alright, alright," Robert groaned, giving in. Brian knew all too well Robert had given in much too easily. Any other time, he'd have fought to stay with Khaat, but he just wasn't able to. Brian walked him to his room. He helped him sit down on the bed and he removed his shirt from him. Brian had always admired how muscular Robert still was, even into his 60's. There were a lot of men less than half Robert's age that couldn't come close to how well toned Robert kept himself. He was guessing part of what Khaat liked was how well built Robert was, but right at the moment, Brian wasn't liking what he saw at all. His ribs were badly broken. Brian could see the disfigurement clearly by bulges in the skin that weren/t anywhere close to being normal. They were already bruised coal black, Robert's left side was not inflating like his right side was. His breathing was irregular. He was sweating and developing traumatic shock. And on top of that, there was a massive deep burn that was black in places from Brian's wand blast. There was a third degree burn on top of the bruising.
"What the hell..." Brian frowned. "You're a lot better with a shield than that. Is that the one that sent you back into the wall?" Robert only nodded. Brian rechecked it, looking deeper this time. "Robert, you've compromised that lung. We have to repair it before we can set the ribs."
"I know," Robert admitted finally.
"You knew we blasted a hole in your lung, demolished almost half your ribs on that side,..."
"Yep," Robert admitted.
"When I get done operating on you, remind me to slap some sense into you," Brian sighed. He turned to Jess. "One of the ribs has penetrated his lung. We have to fix it, or he's going to be in deep trouble. Have you ever done one of these? Its not overly complicated, but it is a meticulous procedure."