"It's alright," she assures him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Worry about resting. Lie down and let me look."

She washes her hands with a harsh soap and water, then starts to gently probe along the wound, watching his face for signs of pain. "I'm going to give you an antibiotic. I don't think it will - do anything to Little Shit," she says with a hesitant smile. "But I don't see anything yet and I can't risk infection."