Michael was stocky and infact heavier than he looked, that and him being a 'dead' wieght gave Zed and Dan a bit of a hard time to get him into the back, especially past the counter and through the door.<br/><br/>Once they had Dan more comfortable on the camp bed, Zed found the first aid box and cleaned the graze on Michael's head.<br/>"He's deffinately out cold isn't he?.....But I don't think it's serious...."<br/><br/>Covering up with a blanket, she turned her attention to the back of her leg, it looked as though she may have caught it on the wood as she made her hasty exit from the shop and it was little more than a deap scratch, ouchy but nothing to worry about. After all, one of the things about being on the streets and making the time to go to the clinic, meant that all her jabs were up to date. The doctors at the clinic always did their best to make sure that people had up to date tetnis, TB and in the winter a flu jab.<br/><br/>As she concentrated on cleaning it, then Dan scratch on his arm, she filled him in on what had happened at the shop and how they had come to arrive back in such a state. Though the fright of that now seemed to have paled a little after the severed head incident.....<br/><br/>"You think you can have a look at the back of my head for me? It felt like it was bleeding and at first I thought it may have been a gunshot wound, though now thinking on it, it may just be a splinter stuck in there....."<br/><br/>