There was a yelp and a bitten-off curse, still used to having to keep himself from swearing even though the younger siblings were A, all grown up and B, not present. Habits were habits and they didn't go away easily.

He managed to take a deep breath, and then another, breathing even at least if still a little unsteady, "It's fine. And ice is a good idea, going to veto the painkillers. They work, usually, but they also have a tendency to knock me out pretty hard." Which was something he was trying to avoid at the moment.

"Last time I needed to splint them I ended up using an ace bandage and the flaps off a couple cardboard boxes. Wasn't the best job ever, but it worked."