Jonathan blinked at the whiskey before removing the lid and eagerly taking several large gulps. He listened to Edward before snorting. "At least I am a competent doctor," he pointed out, hissing as Edward worked.
He took another large gulp before shifting slightly, being careful not to move his arm, deciding to distract himself by watching Edward work. Edward at work, glasses on, mind focused, was the best sight Jonathan had ever found...well, second best, there was always his Grandmother gasping her last few breaths in pain and misery.
"And I've done it twice, you were unconscious on my couch the other time and I didn't have the time to hide your body had you bled to death."