What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
Huh, that makes sense, actually.
Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.
*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.
*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?
Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.
The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*
*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.
Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.
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