There's a quick shake of Jamie's head. "No. It wasna so bad before the fight, and I thought it would be okay." And then he got flung into a wall. "There's others that are worse off, aye?"

He peers at the rag binding the wound and frowns. "Did ye have someone look at yours? Ye don't want the wound to fester." He's genuinely concerned by the thought. He tends to worry more about his friends than he does himself, and that rag looks none too clean. "We should get ye to someone who can fix ye up," he states, sounding determined. He reaches for the tree branch, fully intending on doing just that. Well, once he manages to get himself on his feet, that is.