A hand presses against Virus' forehead, pushing him back down on the couch. Cool green eyes survey the damage before meeting his own. "Lay back. I'll patch this up in no time..." The words are off-handed as the basic needle and thread begins to patch up what is possible without seeking an actual doctor.
Virus was in pain, and not the kind he was generally used to. A gash was torn through his abdomen as bright red spilled from it, staining the hands that was trying to sew him back together like some kind of doll. Though, there was barely a groan from him through his gritted teeth as the thread wove in and out of his skin, pulling him back together as he tried to remember what happened.
He couldn’t remember. Was he stabbed? Maybe. Something like that at least... Other than that, it was a blur. So he just focused his eyes on the needle, watching it go back and forth.
“Well... At least I’m not gonna die, right?”