Stifling a groan of irritation, he reached out to grab a bandage from the over-stuffed bag. Digging in the bag, he searched for antiseptic cream or something else to clean the cuts up with. Failing to find any, he dug in the girl's first-aid kit without asking for permission, selected what he needed and hobbled to the bathroom. As he passed, he grabbed a pair of wooden spoons from the kitchen drawer.<br/><br/>"Umm... thanks," he stammered, stumbling over the words in his efforts to sound polite rather than rude, "But... I think I can handle it. Its... nice of you to offer, though..."<br/><br/>Entering the bathroom, he didn't even bother to close the door behind him, assuming he'd be followed in there anyway. After dropping the lid of the toilet, he placed the items he'd carried with him on the seat, then looked in the mirror.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Odd...</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">I look... familiar, yet I can't remember ever seeing that face before... Its like meeting an old friend I've forgotten about...</span><br/><br/>Shaking his head to cast aside his inner conflict, he pulled a washcloth off the towel rack, ran the water in the sink till it came out warm, then submerged the cloth. The process took a while, but he managed to get himself clean. This task completed, he set about applying antiseptic to every cut he found, bandaging the ones that needed it, and otherwise tending to the minor abraisions that covered his torso and face. Last of all, he stooped, dropping his jeans to the floor and poked at his knee gingerly. Occasionally he used the floor for leverage and applied pressure with his hands to bend the joint in directions it wouldn't normally bend.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." he said, speaking aloud to himself, "Could be just swollen... seems to be a big of lateral shifting... possibly the MCL... ACL seems... ack... Yeah... Definitely tweaked the ACL...Usually see the meniscus take a beating, too..."<br/><br/>He continued to mutter as he finished his work and began to tightly wrap his knee, using the wooden spoons to immobilize it.