He noted the other's frown, but it wans't like he could do anything about it. So he set about getting the other stable enough that he could leave him to get his phone, though when the other bared his teeth at him he stared a moment... This guy just got more and more strange. Still, once he was sure the male was holding the cloth tightly to the wound he removed his hands and wiped them on his pants, rocking back on his feet to stand and trying to remember if he'd left his phone on the couch or if he'd already plugged it into his charger in the kitchen.<br/><br/>Something stopped him though, maybe some inkling of instincts his hair rose on his arms a moment as he looked to the other once more and saw him pulling his hand off the wound. He was about to snap at him when the flame flickered to life and he simply stared... That wasn't some crazy party trick, he knew all the regular ones, what to look for... and watching him press it to the blade he simply stared and ignored the single word uttered to him.<br/><br/>It took a long moment before he sighed, reaching forward and touching the horns on the other's head and noting that they were real... And bending down to bring his face closer he could see the golden orbs weren't contacts... "Right, I definitely drank myself insane." He muttered, shaking his head before straightening with another heavy sigh. "Tight." He said again and motioned to the wound before turning, though he ignored his phone and instead when to rummage in the bathroom and was soon returning with a first aid kit that was stuffed to bursting.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure if he was insane, hallucinating... Or maybe just committing a crime on some guy, but the other didn't want to go to a hospital so... Well, he could only do what he could. He sat down in front of him and began getting out a needle and suturing thread, looking for a bottle of iodine and some gauze. "Pull down." He said, tugging on the other's top, noting that it didn't seem easy to wholly remove while the other was sitting, so just getting it out of the way would do.  "Sew shut. Burn will scar." He motioned to the needle, then to a scar on his arm to try to explain before helping the other lay down the ground to give him the best chance at closing it nicely.<br/><br/>"It'll hurt. Stay still." He instructed next. He'd done this enough times on himself that he'd gotten rather good at it, not to mention his best friend was the type to be a jack of all trades and had given him more than a few pointers over the years. Still, it was a large injury, and he wasn't sure the male would recover from the bloodloss alone but... Well, it was worth trying. "If you're going to complain, put this in your mouth." He added after threading the needle, passing the bloodied shirt back to the other... He didn't need him screaming and waking the neighbors. Then again, he was pretty hurt already so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.<br/><br/>Either way, he soon began cleaning the injury the best he could, wanting it free of any debris before sewing it shut. He did take the burning suggestion though as he used a lighter in the kit on the needle and tried to burn closed some of the worst bleeds a little before bringing the truly arduous task of sewing the other closed. Had the male showed up in another hour Amell's hands surely wouldn't have been steady enough for this. Though whether that made him lucky or not was yet to be seen.