“What? What happened?" he spouted out breathless.
I cursed a few more times before finally being able to breathe enough to answer.
“Cleaning the wound," I explained through gritted teeth, half afraid that if I unclenched them, I would scream again.
His face paled even more. In a panic, he stumbled back a few steps.
“Are-Are you okay? Did-," I could see him visibly swallowing as he summoned the courage to finish his sentence, “did you need help?"
I shook my head and wiped the moisture from my brow after I found myself sweating as if it was a hundred degrees in the room. I pressed a bandage against my leg, hoping it would soak up most of the alcohol before it could soak into my leg anymore. I grabbed a roll of tape and tried to wrap it as best I could.
“I just need that pain med,"
