"Fuck..." he whispered, looking at the torn and scraped flesh. he pulled his arm to the light to confirm. "You know there's a faster way to die right?  Like this will take forever.  Or were you going for art here?" he dropped his arm and went for the door. "No dying until after the honeymoon.  Put your sleeves back down and stay put.  If you got another sweater put it on."  he left and returned with wet paper towels from the bathrooms.  "Take it off.  Do not send this up for laundry.  No as a matter of fact, give it to me, I'll throw it away."