The indication was made, but Cloud made no move to shift away. Quite the opposite, he pressed himself closer, held on tighter and even moved his damaged arm closer to them. A shiver of pain ran up the length of his arm and across his shoulders, but he was settled in and refusing to move.

"When we get back," he murmured in reply. "Let them come and rescue us, and then we can go to the apartment and splint it there." Thus avoiding the clinic too.