Despite his best efforts to remain absolutely still for the stitches, Daniel's mouth twisted into a frown. He was reminded again and again why he already didn't like the man. There wasn't anything funny about whatever happened. And what John doing in here in the first place anyway? Probably come to bother him but John didn't seem to like his company either, so-

The Master's thumb brushed his temple, just a faint touch, and just like that, the urge to ask was wiped away, as cleanly as erasing footprint off the sand. Why John was here didn't matter. Howard said he was down before arrived, and John called for help. He wouldn't implicate himself, it made no sense. So whoever attacked him had to have done it before and left him standing there. Or something. Even though he couldn't shake the idea that someone had deliberately attacked him, no accident, it wasn't a big deal right now. The dig mattered more.

"Okay," Daniel said placidly. "I'll deal with this later. "