[And it doesn't matter how much he's prepared himself for Keith's reaction-- very well remembers his own from when he had to do this to his own injury-- he still flinches a little in sympathetic pain when he hears Keith scream, holding his hand just as tightly as Keith holds on. Worst, probably, is that he has to shift his hand a few times in order to cover the entirety of the shark's bite-- but soon enough, the wound is closed up and the bleeding has stopped, although ideally he'd like to find some medicine for pain and possible infection, and bandages to wrap him up. At least the most pressing danger is passed-- Keith's alive, he's breathing, and he's no longer bleeding.]
There-- there, it's done. [He's shifting back up to get a better look at Keith's face, his expression guilty for having caused that pain, no matter how necessary.] Keith...