"I suppose not." Walter said as he took several sterile cotton balls over the wound, and put it into the wound, hopefully to keep from putting too much pressure on the wound and from making it hurt more than anything else, and began wrapping it quickly, but still pretty well.
"Here. Ibuprofen. I brought a water bottle. And no, it isn't tainted with poison." Walter decided to kill that question before it even popped up, hopefully.