"I hop you have brought your bag, Doctor Perkins." Hurst said as the group made it down the hill to the hedge row, slipping between the gap in the throne-covered bushes to where the injured man and Duchess Sabana lay. He was surprised there was so much blood, and instantly thought the worst. This was not the way he had wanted the Hunt to end, with the death of a wandering trespasser.
But then he heard the Spanish woman talking to the blood-covered man, and a weight lifted somewhat from his shoulders. Not dead. But he might soon be so, if they didn't do something. "How does it look, Doctor?" He asked, as, panting for breath, he let the younger man go forwards.