Re: Open
Peter had just been in the process of determining that very thing. He looked up at the voice, a smile at the ready. "Just my knee," he told the young man dimissively. The truth was it hurt like a son of a gun, and it sat funny but didn't seem broken. Was it possible to have a dislocated knee?
His fingers ran over it with a slight grimace. "How is everyone else? If there's somoene with more serious injuries..." He'd make it, he knew. Others needed medical attention first. He would just...sit here a little while, until someoe had time to help him to his feet...