Cole tried to pay attention to what Micah was saying - stay off it, keep it elevated, don't get it infected - and winced when he mentioned the scar and a limp. Twenty-eight years old and already he'd be needing a cane. Still, he knew it could have been worse, and he mustered up the most grateful smile he could manage. "Thank you, Micah." His warning to stay away from wolves reminded him of what Ileana had said, and he felt a pang of dismay when he thought of how she could react. It wouldn't be pretty.
At first what Micah said about moving didn't sink in. He just nodded when Rosalie spoke, muttering that it was "fine" and that it was his fault for "being stupid enough to come in the first place." Then he realized that he was supposed to stay here. As in stay in the same apartment with the man who'd attacked him - the man who could easily turn into a wolf again without any warning. Were they insane? Didn't they realize what they were doing?
The doctor left before he could find the right words, and Will had gone to get his prescription, so he turned to the only ally he had left - John. "Are you sure I can't be moved?" Panic was visible in his eyes, as was a silent plea: Don't leave me here.