The cut on the leg, while it looked ugly, was easily fixed with a wave of her wand, but the head would be a bit trickier. Poppy reached down and gently felt the back of his head, feeling the edges of the wound, and carefully pointed her wand, muttering under her breath. "Just a bit of a concussion," she said quietly, healing the lump on his head but unable to do anything for the underlying damage. "He'll have to stay here for a bit, but you are free to go," she told Megan. "As long as you go change immediately."
She didn't ask how it happened. She was sure she didn't want to know, anyway.