He shook his head. "Wasn't the plan. Some people just don't like being dropped." He figured that cover what happened. It wasn't something you spelled out. Sure he'd gotten plenty beat up through his own misdeeds and adventures. This time definitely wasn't one of them. Probably for the best since he'd feel a lot like a major idiot if he'd gotten himself this beat up on purpose.
He laughed again, and again he wheezed. Damnit she had to stop making him do that. "No infected until I was hobbling my way here." Running had been interesting no matter how much adrenaline was pumping through his system. "No large dogs either. Got lucky the packs were elsewhere."
The only sign he felt anything at all as she set the breaks was a quick hiss and a slight tensing of his shoulders. There was no way around it, getting all patched up was gonna hurt a bit too. Small price to pay to avoid infection and have continued full use of his fingers. "I'm looking for someone, a girl.Small, dark hair, big eyes. I'd show you a picture but the bastards have my wallet. Or else fell outta my pants during the fight." He gave her a sheepish grin. It was a little embarrassing to admit. But he was just as loathe to speak Nick's name, almost afraid he would jinx himself and no one would know who she was. "She's something of a tomboy, which probably just described more'an a half dozen girls, huh?" If she weren't busy with the head wound just then would have ruffled his hair in a nervous gesture he'd developed while running with Redd and his gang.