Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you.
Blood on your sleeve
He huffed through gritted teeth as she peeled the messily applied gauze off the injury on his arm. How the patient had gotten ahold of a scalpel was anyone's guess, but in their delirious state... he'd been yanking them away from the med students and taken a hell of a slice for the price of it. "It really doesn't hurt, I'm fine," he insisted, "I can handle it myself."












