"I'm fine!" Sloane reiterated to the nurse to cast a look over her shoulder while examining Mr. Chatham. No wobbles whatsoever here. "I found him like this ma'am." She added. "Maybe fifteen minutes ago. I was going to bring him up, but we weren't making much headway on the stairs." And by much, she meant nothing whatsoever. They were talking after all.

That was all she could add though as she watched the nurse conjured a stretcher. Sloane had been there before too. That was serious business. She grimaced a little, but there wasn't much she could do about it now. "I think you're in very capable hands, Mr. Chatham, good luck." The nurse was far more than capable of handling this. She probably already knew what the problem was and how to solve it.