"I've been told the same many times, Miss Carrie," said Alfred when Carrie was done changing, "but I feel that the opinions of people who spend their free time jumping off of things and hoping to learn how not to die on the way down should be taken with a grain of salt." He was carrying a tray with an array of bandages and gauze.
"Lie back, Miss Carrie," said Alfred, firmly but kindly. He removed the handkerchief and cleaned the wound gently with warm water. "You're very lucky this isn't worse. Were there any detritus lodged in your wound, I would be forced to remove it with forceps. Slowly." When the injury was treated to his satisfaction and Carrie's hair freed slightly of the gummy blood that had tangled it, Alfred took a bottle of some ominous solution. "This may sting a bit. Think of it next time you confront yourself with some moving vehicle and wonder if you can best it in a duel."