[He takes a moment to focus on his hand, opening the kit with his right and rifling through it. He stems the blood flow, gives it a cursory wipe in an effort to kill any bacteria on the surrounding skin, and then wraps it with gauze until his palm somewhat resembles a mitt. It should take some time for it to bleed through that, and if he's smart with it, maybe it will scab over before it gets to that point.]

[As he wrapped his hand, he took note of Akira's silence and shrunken posture in his peripheral. A piece of medical tape applied to keep the gauze from unraveling, he raises his head to actually look him over.]

Stop looking so distraught, it was only a matter of time. You said it yourself, you couldn't make the decision for me.