It really was funny. Not haha funny, but funny in that other way, the ironic way. Heather was just out shooting spider-creatures and practically had a rotting ghost jump onto her, and she'd been fine. Watching Sam run a needle and thread through his own flesh to close up a stab wound made her feel lightheaded. Maybe it was because it was Sam, maybe it was because he was doing it to himself, she wasn't sure. Either way, she was only too glad when the really disturbing part of it was done. However, she hadn't moved away from him, and had been sitting there in the same spot in case he needed her.
"I have more than I probably should," she told him, standing once again to head to the bathroom. Because of her habit, she always had medical supplies on hand, whether it was in the form of gauze, bandaids, antibacterial ointment, and the like. She pulled a roll of gauze out of the cupboard, along with a small handful of large bandages.
"Hold still." She went about folding up the gauze in a similar fashion as to how she'd folded up the napkin before. This time, she had more to work with, and it was an item that was actually meant for this kind of situation. Pressing the square of gauze against the wound, she applied an even amount of pressure to it and instructed him to take over while she applied the bandages over it to keep it in place. It only took two, since they were a rather industrial size. "Sorry if I'm hurting you," she mumbled as she finished applying the second bandage to his skin. "But that should be good now. Better than before, at least."