[ Well, doesn't he just sound like the perfect bill of health. Brow furrowing, she opens the bathroom cabinet to grab a box of first aid supplies and some spare towels and kneels down next to him. ]

You're laughing like this is some kind of joke I'm in on. [ Carefully, she starts to peel the shirt away from his skin, trying to get a better look at the wound. ]

I'll get you cleaned up and stitched. Just... do me a favor and don't pass out, okay?