Tristan grimaced at the sight of the hand. He looked over at the lady... woman who had caused the accident. That didn't look good? Had she knocked her head. That looked like brain damage. He turned back to the injured man. "I'll just check on the lady and then you can come to the practice with me and I'll treat it, if you can bear the pain for a little longer.

He turned back to the woman. He couldn't see any head wounds. She smelled of...

Maybe it wasn't brain damage... Not from the accident anyway.

He crouched down beside her, suppressing another grimace. "Madam? Can you hear me? Are you able to sit up?"