Come along, [Sherwood is sturdy despite his age, well planted on his feet even when moving. He'll wrap an arm around the man and guide Caleb to the nearest cot. Luckily, Sherwood caught him by a private room, a rare one set aside for examinations. His status as a doctor grants some perks, after all. He eases Caleb to sit before brushing the man's shoulders off in a dignified gesture,]

Only a bit? You have strong nerves. So much persistent coughing sets me upon edge. Not exactly a comforting mood to receive necessary treatment under.

[He moves within the space to find the man a fresh water bottle, handing it over with an urging nudge,]

Drink half of this and then I should check your throat for lacerations. Call your friends to arrive urgently, you're in no shape to be traveling.