Isam tilted his head, his face taking on a look of concern. He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do. He took a look back at the Russian man, still unconscious in his bed, then turned back to Shay. 
"Fen brought that man in from the desert. He supposedly said something about a 'Trojan horse' being sent to the city. I don't trust him." That wasn't surprising; Isam trusted few people. Maybe whoever shot him was trying to stop him from getting here for a reason; maybe [i]he[/i] was the Trojan horse. 

Isam got up from his chair and turned it around to sit in it backward, giving him the back of the chair to rest his chin on. "Once you feel better, we can take you back to your home. It would probably be more comfortable there for you." The doctor hadn't said anything about keeping her overnight, so Isam figured, why not?