mikey does his best to ignore his foul mood, lifting up her shirt so he can work alcohol and gauze against the wound he just jabbed with the stimpak.
he carefully and gently wipes away the excess blood to get a better look as the stimpak does its job, numbing the area, parts —
the help, even if she is quite far removed from admitting it right now.
"what... argh, what's the verdict, doc? do we call the priests in for my last rites?"