No, he had not said that out loud and it was probably a good thing that he hadn't. Right now, he was a patient and Jamie was the mediwizard in charge. Or, you know, Doctor to keep it simple. "Ghost kid zombies. Would you believe that matches up with what other people have been saying? Why in the bloody Hell would you tackle them?" Alright, putting his hand on Clint's cheek like he did wasn't particularly professional but that was neither here nor there.
"Yes, very bright. It's a shiny, shiny light," Jamie's anger turned into amusement though he was trying very hard to remain angry. "Alright... Concussion. You being you. Some deep cuts and bruising but all very treatable. A potion and a poultice. Simple as that."