[Are you sure, is what Bigby wants to ask, and suppressing the reply is suppressing an instinct, but Teddy says it so seriously that he thinks twice before opening his mouth.

The sharp sizzle of blood hitting the floor is another good deterrent.]

We'll get it open. [Trust me, that tone says, but his eyes are on Teddy's arm and the wrapping. Where it was once the size of a child's palm, the circle of blood seeping from the wound has rapidly grown enough to cover the entire strip.] We'll just...figure it out as we go. Okay?

[It doesn't sit well with him, this flying by the seat of his pants thing, but Teddy's not getting better and that takes a little more precedent.]

Let's get something else for those cuts in the meantime. Or at least stop them from bleeding every ten seconds.