Why would I do that? They told me to live. No one said make it pleasant.

[There's enough self-mockery in his voice to go around. He'd wanted to die, to stop being the hero. And here he is: being told to pick himself up and get back to playing the saviour. He can't be damned about manners or infections right now. If he has any luck one of them will be enough to get him killed. But for now... His fingers grip the roll of bandages in his hand weakly. Standing is enough of a struggle; all this activity is taking more out of him than he's showing. Even when he's this far in the gutter he can still put on appearances.]

...Anyway, you're the only doctor I see here, kid. So unless you're going to leave me to my own mercy--

[He passes over the bandages.]