[He snatches the bandages out of the air with relative ease, at least; he hasn't honed his reflexes for nothing.]

I'm not going to go stabbing you or anything, so at least you don't have to worry about that.

[With the bandages in hand, he kneels down next to him and takes a look at the wounds, then purses his lips.] If I ask what beat you up this badly are you going to tell me, "You should see the other guy"?