he's not even the most competent healer in the room

Assessing the man with open curiosity, Wake doesn't waste time. He'd been called out to do a job, and that job was pretty plainly laid before him. Setting some clean scraps of rawhide in a bowl to soften and soak, pulling out one of Jael's snake rib needles for later, and fishing some cannabis from his bag, the boy works relatively quickly.

"Hey, you're the one who said it not me," but still, he's smirking. "Open your mouth." It's a quick direction, one that comes without warning. Wake lifts the man's lip, pleased to find his gums still have some color. Picking a spot and pressing down with a blunt nail, then watching as the pink hue returned. "You're not in shock, at least." Tone matter-of-fact, turning to rummage in his supplies.

"For the pain, before I start sewing you back together." What he lacks in bedside manner, he makes up for in drugs. Wake places a bundle of cannabis beside the stranger, wasting little time as he begins to (rather ungracefully) clean the man's wounds.

WAKE UP