He puts the rag away to lift the shirt up and off, silent and growing colder by the minute. Once it's off, he cleans that wound too, and he has no idea why his hands don't shake the way everything else does on the inside. Raw will help. He always does, and where would they be without his generous soul?

"You need to eat something first, Glitch," DG points out helpfully from in front of the stove. Eggs and sausage and tea seemed like the quickest thing to make, and if you pay any attention to dietary propaganda (not that she ever did, really), protein seems to be the next big thing.