Heiji laughed, albeit a little weakly. "That's a real threat right there."

By the time she'd started cleaning the wound, Heiji had recovered a little -- at least enough to be able to dunk his improvised tourniquet under the faucet and wash out most of the blood. He wrang it near dry, then replaced it around his leg. Then he tapped Ema lightly on the shoulder. "It's okay, I can handle the rest."