Tomorrow, noted. He will ask. He'll check in regularly, in fact, or maybe just stay with him a while. Law is busy being the community doctor and there's little to be worried about, for now.

"Could be better," he admits with a similar tone as he reaches to shove a sleeve up his right arm to show the bandages that go all the way up. "Almost had my arms chewed off and blown up. The thing ruined Winters' shotgun," he grumbled, then smooths his sleeve back down. "I guess I'm lucky I lost the gun and nothing else."

The hallucinations, well, that's probably just stress. He read about that in that book. Law is fine and alive and doing better than most. They'll pass, surely.