Harry blinked and then reached up with his right hand. The reason they hadn't secured it was quickly apparent.

His hand was curled, fingers limp and arm trembling. Left side shot, right side motor function damaged. He pushed at the bandaging over his eye and face, watching Charles the whole time while he did it.

A light rap on the door and a nurse stepped in and around to the other side of the bed. "Excuse me, Mr Devere, just checking the machines and drips."