[He bites his lip, focusing his attention on the book instead of the state of his leg; he may have the know-how, but since the Cube he hasn't really had the fortification to handle looking at wounds. He's really hoping it'll fade in time, but having to watch Teddy get cut open for hours like that...

...yeah, no. Book. Focusing on the book.]

Well... how's it look? Uh, besides the obvious. You're supposed to wash it with the clean water and check for signs of infection- if it's inflamed around the edges, or there's... you know. Pus.

[He makes a face. Gross. But understandable- the conditions of where he'd gotten the injury were about as unclean as things could get, besides walking in a sewer or something.]