Malcolm halted his retreat at the way Doc said his name, approaching the bed hesitantly, looking at Raylan again as he rolled over, then making himself not. Was he okay? Well. He had to be. There was nothing in this room he had any claim to. He needed to stop being stupid. They wanted to know why he'd come. Why had he come? Oh, right.

He looked down at his hand.

"Um. I couldn't sleep and... this dressing is falling off. And I... didn't know if your first aid kits were still in your old room but I think Negan is asleep there but... I mean. Maybe it doesn't even need to be covered anymore." He was babbling. Shut up, Malcolm. He pressed his lips together. "It's not an emergency," he said apologetically, his eyes wandering to Raylan again before he turned them back to Doc.