"So do I," Sirius replies, figuring it could have been a lot worse. He's just glad he's not bleeding or anything like that.

There's a part of him that wants to say that he can manage, that he'll just hobble along until he can find a place to hide and rest up and not cause any trouble. That is how he got into this mess after all.

But a splint would help and it's better than using materials he could find in a back alley. He leans against the wall of the building, trying to take some of the weight off of his leg.

"How many do I owe you now?" he asks.