Looking over Joshua again, with an eye for damage beyond chemical, he saw lank, tangled hair (did they give the patients brushes?) and newly-polished fingernails (not that godawful pointy-tipped pink Joshua had been favoring, thank goodness, though he wondered where his friend had gotten a manicure in this place-- maybe one of the nurses?), and...

He did look a little scuffed up. How had Levi missed it?

Without thinking, he stood up, went to Joshua's side, and took one of his arms, pulling it gently away from Joshua's chest and peering at the damage. Nothing major, just bruises and scratches, but...

It probably could have been done with silverware, nails, and Joshua getting into a scrape with another patient-- or even by a belligerent piece of furniture-- but it still made Levi worry, examining the scratches for the redness of infection.