It turned out that Charlie had actually remembered all of the information he needed to about caring for his new ink, but he listened quietly, watching with satisfaction as Stacey covered it up. It was still sore and a bit bloody and puffy right now, but it was going to look fantastic when it was all healed up.
He cocked his head as she finished up and thought for a second. "Nope, I think I'm good. Well, other than, could you open me the door when I'm ready to go? It'll be easier not to smack my stump than me trying to do it when I'm crutches," he said. He still needed to get his trousers back on, but it was a pretty straightforward once that was done. He didn't want to jostle his ink within ten minutes of it being finished after all.