He rubbed Wyatt's shoulder and arm aimlessly, trying to be reassuring, before it slipped away. He reached out, grabbing the water, and put a very very small amount on his hands, just to scrub the blood away. Only then did he grab the last of the bandages and slowly, gently, began to lay them across Wyatt's back.

"...Wyatt, I--"

But he cut himself off, and drew a tight breath as he carefully laid out the bandage.

"... We don't have much time. We can't stay here." He paused, his toes flexing under Wyatt's hand. "This game needs to end, Wyatt. As soon as possible."