Whitewater Gorge big poop

All he knows now is that he ought to get back home and seek out Speedy, who won’t be too pleased to see him injured again on her watch—let alone learn that it happened the first time in awhile since he’s walked from their borders. Eve needs to stop being a hot mess.
He’s a bit out of it, but gives a dopey grin as the stranger walks by and inspects the damage—nervous because he doesn’t know her, but also grateful for the reassuring words. Much to his luck she is a medic, and has a stash near enough.
Okay… uhm, thank you. I’ll… I’ll wait here. Eve isn’t going to be moving much for a bit, at least until the stun from the tumble wears off. He lifts the paw, taking to cleaning the blood from it and immediately regretting his decisions—Hell that Hurts.  
Eventually he sits up, and dangles the poor paw in front of him. His ears perk at the medic’s return. Sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to be rude. His grin turns sheepish—feeling guilty that they met in such weird circumstances.