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

He's a sort of healer-- the best they could spare. Put nicely, Wake is the equivalent of having your dealer do your stitches on the kitchen table because there isn't anyone sober enough on hand to drive to the emergency room. Whatever stops the bleeding, right?

Tying the first row of stitches off rather clumsily, Wake looks up to Kestrel. "One down, one to go." A rueful smile, moving onto the next. It's a gory process, but he doesn't mind much. Why does this look so much easier when Sakana does it? Fuck, dude. With some degree of difficulty, he gets the second large wound closed too. Rinsing the blood from his own paws and offering a grin, it looks... good enough. It was probably going to scar anyway.

WAKE UP