Jesse rummaged around in the things he'd picked up. There wasn't any thread, but there was floss. It wasn't ideal, but at least it wasn't mint flavored. He figured something like that might sting more than it needed to.

There was a needle, and he felt like it was some kind of little miracle. Considering there wasn't any sewing kit.

He threaded the needle with the floss.

"It ain't likely to feel good." He felt bad for that, but there wasn't much he could do about it. But he could, at the very least, sterilize it. Jesse pulled out the flask he carried, glad that it had recently been filled. He poured a little on the wound and let it sit a moment before he started to stitch.

He went quickly, but carefully. It wasn't going to be a good fix by any means. He'd only ever done this sort of thing on people who didn't care about scarring. But he couldn't leave it open like it was.

When he was finished, using as few loops as he thought would be alright, he made a little knot and cut the floss.

"Sorry." He'd refrained from saying it over and over again while doing the work, but couldn't keep himself from it now.