 Will I live? You're lucky, Oliver. When they finally get around to hanging you, the rope will probably break. I'm bandaging the wound. Now, if you stay in one place, you'll be all right. I can't ride. Ride? Listen, Oliver, if you're so much as sit up in the next couple of days, you'll start hemorrhaging. You'll bleed to death, you understand? Sure, sure. Thanks, Doc. You saved my life. Oliver, for the rest of my life, that's something I'll have to apologize to myself for.