Jamie would've felt bad if he were thinking about it but Clint was just... Someone he could say things to and not feel like an asshole, right? Whatever. "I don't know what Drain-O is," Jamie stated as he moved away from the hospital bed to dig through the cabinets for a moment. The nurses liked to move things on him, he was certain. Nothing was ever the same.
He grabbed a couple of gauze pads and the surgical tape. "Right, take your potion then stay very still. The poultice will fix up your open wounds in twenty-four hours as long as you keep it on. There's a numbing agent in it so it shouldn't hurt," he set the gauze pads and tape down as he reached into his pocket again, producing a small, circular container. Jamie unscrewed the lid and decided to put it on the head wound first.