( he waits a moment to be sure it's set properly, then lowers his hands to the younger man's coat. )

Sorry.

( it's a sincere apology, and it won't be the last. mccoy shifts to inspect his arm, and the way it juts oddly at his elbow beneath the leather. he lets go a sigh of discontent. )

Things are gonna hurt a little while longer, unfortunately. I can't set anything if I can't see it, so we need to get your jacket off.

( there's sheets in his collection of scavenged odds and ends, he knows, more than enough material for a makeshift wrap and a sling. positively medieval by his own standards, but it'll do. )