This prison was clearly behind. Someone needed to report it. Tristan would look around if he had the chance, see if he could question some other inmate patients, to see if their account and his own observations corroborated the young man's complaints. And then he would need to pick a battle he would really rather stay out of.

He stepped back when he had finished dressing the nose. "Then keep your head down. You're almost out," he encouraged.

Just then a guard entered. "If you're done 'ere, doctor, there's a feller that knocked 'is head against the cell door too 'ard in the north wing."