He got to the wagon, his hands fumbling at the dropped bottle of salve he was perusing earlier. He struggled, his armoured hands feeling clumsy and overly large in his hands. He tingled all over in an unpleasant way. Pins and needles. He got the cap off and considered applying the stuff to the cuts on his head and bite mark. He could worry about the possibility of vampirism later – he needed help now! That meant he needed blood; applying it to his cuts would not fix that, and his clouded mind and faltering logic thought it would be a good idea to just chug the salve.