"Pleased?" Ford asked with an incredulous look. At what point during this entire conversation had Ford given any indication that he was pleased? And this was the worst bit so far, aside from the unintended confession itself. He'd been trying desperately to get away from Macnair, not to end up alone in an alleyway with him while he bled on Ford's shoes. This was actually about as far away from managing to escape the interaction as one could get, because he certainly couldn't leave now. Macnair would probably do just as well without him, since he was a healer and Ford was fairly useless when it came to first aid, but what if something happened? What if this injury ended up being worse than it looked? It was hard to tell exactly how big it was, with Macnair's sleeve in the way.

"Do you need a hospital?" Ford asked, chewing his lower lip.

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