That'd be nice. I'll probably complain less if it's not ice water.

[He sets the book on his lap and bends down, rolling his pant leg gingerly up to his knee, grateful for the fact that he has an affection for loose-fitted pants when he's not running around in spandex (or showing off for a certain someone); it sure made this easier. With the bandage exposed, he can see that all the walking around had reopened the wound as he'd predicted, but apparently it wasn't by much, since it was only a little pink. He leans back and returns his attention to the book, flipping through to find his page again.]

Make sure you wash your hands while you're getting the water. That part's important, so you don't get the wound infected.