In his world, there was a lot of hasty sterilization with alcohol and hoping for the best, but he was able to wash his hands in the sink, to rummage around for the first aid kit stowed in the cabinet. He wet a washcloth with warm water, and standing over Theon, one hand braced on his shoulder, Daryl blotted carefully at the wound.
"Looks shallow enough," he murmured, prodding gingerly at the deepest part, split near his hairline. Theon's eyes were heavy-lidded, but he didn't look worryingly disoriented. "Feeling woozy?" He asked, knocking bits of gravel gently from Theon's hair.
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Date: 2020-11-17 03:20 am (UTC)"Looks shallow enough," he murmured, prodding gingerly at the deepest part, split near his hairline. Theon's eyes were heavy-lidded, but he didn't look worryingly disoriented. "Feeling woozy?" He asked, knocking bits of gravel gently from Theon's hair.