Sollux. [ a deep breathe, as he finally manages to pull away his shirt enough to have a look ] I can't have you freaking out right now, okay? We don't want its mate to come by and check out what a piece of delicious meat we both are.

[ yes, joking. Less stressful and the best way to regain your cool. Mind you, Matt no longer needs a cigarette. But it's a fact; there is a lot of blood and blood draws other animals.

The redhead observes the wounds; fuck, it's a goddamn mess. But the blood isn't coming out like a spurt, so no major artery was hit. All he needs to do is compression, maybe it will stop; and for that, Matt reaches for the hem of his shirt and tears a piece of it.] I need your help, okay?