A dislocated shoulder would complicate things. Still, it seemed like his colleagues had it handled, although the scream did little to assure Derrick, nor was the following erratic breathing of his teammate any less worrying. Derrick began confirming his own condition; first, he poked his wounded leg to test if it hurt. He then lifted it and moved it around a little. It hurt a little but he was sure he could put weight on it to walk. The thing that weighed the most on him was in fact the headache, but he could only wait for it to get better.

"I'm ok." He said, calling out to his colleague. "I think the Wolfwing got me with its fingers, but I'm fine."
Fighting his pounding head, Derrick grabbed the wall and rose to his feet, wincing slightly as a light pain shot through his leg. As he gingerly put his weight on it, the pain faded into the background and he stood upright, albeit a little unsteadily.
"So..." Derrick said, surveying the prison block from his better vantage point.

He could see another cell close to the door and a light source further down the hall but couldn't see very much otherwise.
"What do we do now?" He asked the woman.