Maximus grit his teeth, his chest tight as he carefully washed as much of the dirt and grime away as he could, with the least amount of water. He set down the bottle to the side as he grabbed the bandages. He wouldn't be able to use any of his clothes to make more - his were so soiled by this point that they would only likely make the risk of infection worse, rather than better, so he would just have to use the smallest amount he could to clean the wounds and then the rest to dress them.

"Can't imagine what kind of tangle you got into to get these," Maximus said, as casually as he could manage but his voice was shaky. He carefully ripped a few inches of bandage off, wrapping them around his index and middle finger, and then slowly began to clean out each of the ragged gashes on Wyatt's back.

"Should have gotten me up if you were going to wander out into the sand," He grumbled, his chest impossibly tight and only getting tighter.