Merlin sighed and leaned against an empty cot, rubbing absently at his neck as he surveyed the room. There actually weren't that many patients left--most had been seen to earlier and left already--but it was worth a look anyway.

One caught his eye, and he eyed the native thoughtfully. "What about that one?" Merlin pointed him out to the other two. The native in question had a fairly nasty-looking gash on his head, but head wounds tended to bleed a lot. It probably looked a lot worse than it actually was.