"He did what now?" Doc asks incredulously, voice stepping higher and higher in register with each word. He tears his gaze away from Raylan's hands to look over his shoulder at Tim - okay, more like glare, but he's pretending to sleep so he can't see it either way - but he can only deal with one dumbass at a time so he turns back to finish tending to Raylan first.

Broken bones are going to be a bitch around these parts but why break the bad news to Tim while he's still pretending?

"Scream if it hurts," Doc says dryly as he unwraps the towel and gives Raylan's calves a few firm squeezes, working his way down Raylan's right leg from the back of his knee down to the ankle, wiggling the foot, then the left. When he's satisfied that the only thing Raylan might have broken was his pride, he gets up to change the water and the towel out for a fresh one.

"Was that what happened in the places you were sheltering at?" he asks once he returns for the final round of cleaning up before burning through the first aid supplies. "I mean, the windows were rattlin', but nothin' broke and the roof stayed on somehow. Lord knows Mathias did try to flush us out." But it ended up being such a normal night that Doc was woken up by Malcolm's screaming like it was just any other night in Mathias.