"Doc's on the way," Ramon supplies quietly, more than just a tad relieved. Lorne nods reassuringly. "Won't be long now. You stopped bleeding, don't worry. I can't tell you how glad I am you didn't try to pull this momma out," indicating the sizable, stake-like piece of OW embedded in his shoulder.

"I'm sure it's just a flesh wound, and even if it isn't, Doc'll fix you up good. No problem."

Pause. "Say, did I ever tell you about the time I had the utter misfortune of getting my head chopped off? I survive that, you'll get over a splinter. Don't make me break out my Gloria Gaynor, I'm warning you."