"Yis." The doctor answered for Willy. "It will as long as he stays off of it." He gingerly began to tie Willy’s pants up so the cloth wouldn’t rub against the sprain.
"You know I’m not going to. I’m not stupid, George" Willy called out, earning an expression that read ‘You could have fooled me.’ The Scout frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
As the Medic went to go find a leg support for Willy’s sprain, Sullivan took a seat right by Willy’s side. The man’s stone cold face appeared broken over with concern as he studied the bruises on Willy’s leg.
"Don’t worry Solly." The Scout patted his friend’s arm before looking over at Russell. "Thank you for bringing me here, Russ. I hope I didn’t cut away time from your visit." Solly didn’t state it, but he gave the other Scout a nod of approval. Willy rolled his eyes when he saw that.
"Solly says thank you as well. He’s just stubborn." He whispered that last part so the Soldier couldn’t hear them.
"All right, ehe… as long as it does, that’s the main thing," Russell said, with a small nod, "Well, I’m sure he will be careful about that. He’s smart after all…" he added, although his voice grew quieter as he spoke.
It seemed his confidence had managed to dwindle a little since coming into the medbay.
"Yeah, you’ll be all right, Willy," Russell said, "Ehehe, I know you will be, you got people looking after you" he rubbed the back of his neck. He stood back a little after that, not wanting to seem overbearing or like he was trying to butt in.
"It’s all right, man," Russell said, "I was just doing what I thought would have helped really, ehehe… and we got here,"
"No, not at all, ehehe, I still got to visit, even if wasn’t the most orthodox," he looked down to tug at his sleeves for a moment, "You didn’t do anything like that," he added, before giving a small nod of his own back to teh Soldier.
"Ehehe… it’s just their way sometimes," he lowered his voice as he replied, not wanting to get unwelcome attention, "But yeah, as I said, I’m just glad you’ll be all right."