[Father Anderson failed to respond in time before Maxwell left the edge of the prominent depression in the floor, far enough down to where the shadows hid him well enough.]

D-dinna think ah need a doctor...Moor' like ae chiropractor...Think ah pulled soomthin'...

[And a sickening crack like thunder accompanied his words, something popping into place. Fortunately for the good Father he was built sturdier than an ox.]

T-think...Ah'll be alrigh'..

[His lungs were telling him otherwise however, and he had to turn to cough again, still unable to quite catch his breath.]