[ Easily: ] Wasn't going to ask. In fact, less I know, the less I have to lie for you if it comes to it. And I'm not inclined to lie if it's going to be my head on the chopping block.

[ Toreth didn't give Rumlow a second glance, moving to the bedside drawer to find what he needed. It was exactly where Rumlow had specified, and so it wasn't long before Toreth was back in the bathroom, setting the kit down on the counter and opening it. I&I had great first aid care, but being in the whole profession, coupled with his time in the retraining facility and his past proclivities for bar fights, meant that Toreth was fairly dexterous when it came to sewing up cuts and treating sprained joints. He knew what was needed to at least help stabilise a person, too. Tourniquets and the like. ]

You're going to have to wash all that shit off. [ The blood, some of it probably beginning to crust over. Toreth said it as a calm suggestion more than anything. ] Think you can manage that yourself while I do this?

[ Do this being fiddle with the thread and needle and rummaging through the kit for scissors. He was at least waking up completely now, the only signs of his interrupted sleep being the stubble on his face and the eyes that still responded a little poorly when he glanced up too quickly at the light. ]