[Doesn't he know it. He starts toward the house he's been staying in, breaths heavy, drenched in water and sweat and already feeling wrung-out. The arm he stitched up himself is wrapped plentifully and carefully. He's had quite some maintenance to do for himself.

He smiles faintly.]

I meant--getting close enough to do all that.

Though, maybe I could administer it myself. I did my own stitches, after all.