"Some," Rory replies, noncommittal. Everything's so lax around here, circumstances letting him act like a doctor sometimes instead of a lowly nurse, but he doesn't feel comfortable throwing out too much of other people's medical information. Plus, he doesn't know the exact number and Sarah could have seen for herself how many other people got hurt better than Rory would know.

"But they're not here right now. You are." He takes note of how she's cradling her wrist with a considering press of his lips. Nodding towards the open door of the clinic, he directs her towards a seat. "Let's take a look at your arm, yeah?"