[ It's definitely not as bad as he thought it was. ] I guess we won't have to amputate. Looks like i's kinda your lucky day, other than the part where you had to defend yourself against a bear and got this. [ He's grinning as he grabs some of the gauze, starting on her arm closer to him and working his way up the injury. One hand presses it down, trying to apply pressure and keep it in place as his other one reaches over to try to find the tape. When he finds it, he withdraws it with a small noise of triumph. ] Pretty sure you could still kick my ass with only one arm though.

[ He does as she instructs, only pausing to wipe up some blood with the towel. Apply, press down, tape. When he's done he pulls back with a sigh of relief as if he'd been the one worried for his own health. Never ever make him do that again, Allison. He'll definitely be thinking back on all of this... The shared looks, the smiles, the pace of the thud thud thud of her heart. He wishes he could just record it all in his head. ] Good as new.

[ With a somewhat goofy grin he pats her knee before moving to sort everything back into the first aid kit. Is she going to leave? Does he want her to? Would she hang out with him? Does she want to? Should he ask? What if she says no? There's a moment where he pauses just to stare at her, while a million questions are passing through his head. When he realizes he's kind of over thinking asking her to hang out, he swallows hard and closes the kit. ]