[He shakes his head. No. Nope. Not happening again. Wait- fuck it why does he give a shit what happens. Fuck. His expression sours as he rips open a box, grumbling.]

Ain't even a thing. Nothin' else to do. Don't thank me.

[Especially not when he starts tracing the wounds antiseptic on a cotton swab.] Might haveta get you somethin' to bite down on, babydoll.