Robert had come automatically to that old feeling that Khaat needed him. He was not surprised to see the battle casualties arriving. He saw Matt, knew that he had broken some bones, but what concerned him more was the traumatic shock his system Robert was detecting. He didn't want that to become a more serious issue for him than it already was. He watched as assistants moved him into a treatment room, and followed. "I wondered when you'd be showing up on my doorstep," Robert smiled. "Well done back there, Matt. You put up a good fight. Now, let me see if I can repair the damage. First things first. " He laid his hand on Matt's forehead to stop the further effects of the shock Matt was developing. It would reverse and put his system back to normal when the bone was set. He also added a pain stopping spell while his hand was on Matt's forehead. The problem with it was that it often left patients feeling not only no pain, but sometimes feeling a little too fine. He hoped Matt would not be one of those patients that developed a case of the giggles from it. But that was about the worst side effect of that spell, anyway.
He removed Matt's shoe and sock and began to work on healing the break. It was a bad break, or rather series of breaks. There were numerous tiny bones in the foot and healing little bones wasn't such a difficult thing. What made the foot difficult was that there was so many of them. Robert spend an inordinate amount of time with Matt's foot, making certain each and every little broken bone was put to rights. There was muscle damage and tendon and cartilege damage as well. Now that was all a different matter altogether. That was going to take time in order to completely heal. He could set the spells in motion, and it would all come together in what a muggle would think would be a ridiculously short time, but still, he might have a bit that he would have a painful limp that would stick with him for anywhere from a few days to two or three weeks. That couldn't be helped. If Matt had had no choice but to go to a muggle hospital, he might be 'messed up' for months by this, rather than a few short days.
Robert didn't quit until he had taken care of making sure he had done a full body scan on Matt and making sure he had addressed everything that needed to be tended to. He drew out a vial of potion from the cabinet in the room. "This is a pain reducing potion, Matt," Robert said. "You can use this three, perhaps four times a day. No more, or you'll get a really pesky case of the giggles. It numbs your pain. Overuse will also dull your thinking significantly. Be very careful with it. If you don't feel better in 24-48 hours, let me know immediately. Accio!" To his command, a cane came with a quick attentive snapping sound, into Robert's hand. "This will serve you better than those crutches now. And, if you go to the mens' shop in Diagon Alley, you'll find they have some more distinguished looking canes, not just these standard issue utilitarian ones. I think you have earned yourself something that perhaps has a bit more panache than this thing. At any rate, it will be far easier to get around with this than those," he gestured to the cane. "You need to go home, ice your foot, and elevate it and get some rest. You really have given yourself enough of a workout today anway. "
"So, tell me, how are you feeling? Do you need a couple of vials of blood? A vampire's system takes these things a bit differently than a human's. You might feel better if you fed before you go. I would definately prefer you not go on a feeding frenzy after you leave here if I can offset that for you."