"Don't try to move," Ben scolded softly, not wanting him to be in more pain than was necessary. "I'm glad Patrick was there too. He kept me from worrying too much." He'd still worried more than was probably healthy, but he knew that if Patrick hadn't been there he'd be a wreck this morning.
He corked the potion vial and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. He'd give it back to Patrick later, or clean it himself. "Whenever you're ready," he said, looking over at Patrick and Ronan.
"You okay?" he called out softly, directing the question to Ronan with a glance. He wanted to thank the man, but he didn't want to embarrass himself, or Dale.