And Pickles isn't here to resurrect you, so you're damn lucky I don't.

[ this is really just grumbling, or, the vax brand of worry - or, really, the best brand of vax worry (TM) he can show to percy. he gets up from where he's sitting, moving to wherever he has been squirreling away first aid supplies and grabs a pack of bandages and a bottle of some kind of liquor, bringing it to set down on a night stand with a loud clunk of finality.

he points at the chair. sit your ass down. ] You really wanna go out from whatever the hell that is in this place? Of all things? [ gesturing at the injury!!! ] Sit. Down.