Spence blinked at the still oozing blood. How long had that been bleeding. He started to open his mouth to say something, and just the corner twitched toward that usual, teasing smirk, but...it died. He stopped, slipped wordlessly around the door and nudged it closed behind him.
There were no jeers. Instead he walked up to her, and pulled fresh gauze and antiseptic from the medicine cabinet. And he bent to scrutinize the wound while he dabbed the cleaner onto the gauze.
When he spoke, it was only. "Get your arm out of the way. Prop it on my shoulder." And, regardless of her comfort level, he started dabbing at the wound to clean it.