"Shot?" he squeaked, peeling back the bandage completely and sticking his nose practically on the wound. "Is there a bullet in there?" He started to look down in the pile on the floor. "I have scissors somewhere..."
"What happened?" Curious and clumsy fingers touched the clean skin just around the wound. He didn't really know what to do with it. He picked up the gauze that had fallen to the floor, tearing at it to try and break the roll into a smaller piece or she'd end up with the whole roll wadded up and taped down...with duct tape.