Menachem nodded and gave a pained laugh. "Lucky, that's me. I'm just a tough guy." He carefully pulled his shirt back on. When the doctor grabbed his ankle, he could feel the swelling and the other man hissed when he tried to turn it. "That fucking hurts!" He said but tensed and grabbed the table he was sitting on tightly.

He couldn't believe what he was going to do, but he winced as he took a moment to speak. "Maybe.. you can help me get a letter to my brother. You might know him, his wife? I think just had a baby.. or was about to? I don't know exactly where they live. But I swear he's my brother..' He laughed weakly. "Uriel Meijer? He might help me out." He didn't want to ask anyone in town for help, especially his baby brother whom he'd been nice enough to not get involved with. But he didn't feel like wandering around aimlessly to find a place to stay and heal up for the night, especially since he had a bad feeling the doctor wasn't going to be nice and give him some clean clothes.