[ It's probably a good thing Steve is here, because he wouldn't have even though to seek medical help. He would have been wandering around aimlessly, perhaps not bleeding out per se, but definitely at risk of infection if he wasn't careful. He wrinkles his nose as he pokes at the area and seethes in pain. Okay, bad idea. ]

Yeah, that's, uh. Let's do that.

[ He rubs at his face with his hands, letting out a small grunt of frustration. ] If you want. They fuckin' got me good, those damn bats. [ And then, because his sense of humor has always been a little bit fucked up. ] But hey, think we're gonna have matching scars, at least.