Out of one of his pockets, Heiji produced some of the torn-up bandages they'd manage to make out of the bedsheets in the infirmary and piled them up on the other side of the sink. "In a manner of speaking. Here, lemme get up there."

He hopped up onto the sink counter, though with markedly less energy than when he'd scrambled on top of the elevator room a few days ago. The knife was lodged in his left thigh, mid-leg, and blood had soaked through some of the denim of his jeans. It did look kinda bad but Heiji was determined to see this through.

"Okay. Ready when you are."