Swamped

The next bed you look for is Leonard Flame. Forty-three years old. You suppose there's a chance this is the uncle Jonathan was talking about, but you can't say for sure.

What you do know is the injuries he was brought in with. Two broken legs and burns on both his hands. You'd guess that something heavy fell on his legs, since there's plenty at a blacksmith's that could qualify. As for the burns... well, your only guess is that he grabbed something right out of the forge. But you don't have any clue why.

When you find Leonard, his eyes are closed, but he's clearly not asleep. He looks to be in great pain. Understandable, considering his legs are suspended in the air and he's got ice packs on his hands. He doesn't look like he can do much to take his mind off it.

You wonder if a conversation would help him, or if it would be better to leave him alone. But you don't get much time to think about it before he suddenly cries out.

And it's not just a scream of pain. He's saying something, and it sounds important.