Don't try to move it-! [Conan do you know nothing about preserving yourself!? Bruce hisses softly through his teeth and moves, his warm hands gentle as he checks where the break is. It could be worse, he can tell after just a few moments of feeling with knowing fingertips, but it would take time to heal.]

Let's get you over to the Northtown clinic. We can get you in a splint- [materials for casting just didn't exist here] -and medicine for the headache.

[Bruce looks down at Conan, then bluntly suggests-] It'll be easier if I carry you.