"You're such an idiot." Hartley pressed his lips together and let go of James' shirt, moving him along without another word. He wasn't sure what to say. He was getting used to seeing all sorts of horrifying thing, but it was still something else to see James hurt like this.

"I'm staying nearby. I have a first aid kit, I can give you stitches. But I'm not a professional, it will probably scar." Hartley had a delicate touch, but that was for machines. This was very different. He took a steadying breath. "I can take care of you. Don't worry."