"That bad, is it?" he joked weakly, wiping the blade of his knife carefully on his hoodie and angling it to use as a barely effectual mirror- slowly releasing his hold on the makeshift compress to examine the wound below. Judging by the thick red blood still welling up from the cut he'd lost a fair amount of it, and the wound really was quite deep. Without something reliably disinfected to clean it up, he might be in trouble, though it was hard to tell.

"Don't suppose you have anything antiseptic in that pack of yours?" he asked, pocketing the knife and pressing the wad of material hard to his temple.