[Clayton is as gentle as he can possibly be, given the circumstances, but he has the calm, authoritative presence of someone that knows how to handle a person, too. Definitely not his first time helping someone onto a bed, even if this bed happens to be a pile of blankets on the floor. He quickly hops up, snags one of the few spare pillows, jogs back.]

Me neither. [The chance for a distracting story? Golden. Clayton takes it immediately.] Used to get coyotes on my aunts' farm all the time, though, back when I was a bit younger'n you. They'd go and hassle the chickens.

[He moves away from the anecdote for a moment, kneeling next to Levi's injured leg.]

I'm gonna elevate your leg in a second - should help with the bleeding. Got any numbness or tingling in your toes on that side?