I've had worse. Packed some snow onto it before, helped stopped the swelling getting out of hand. ( Quite calm. One of his better traits, that, keeping a level head, even as the world falls apart (literally or metaphorically.) Hercules offers her a shade of a smile. ) I doubt there's much beyond you.

( because, really. ) Come on, we've got Striker. That'll cauterise the wound, if your Lady LeBlanc doesn't mind cutting cutting me back open to get at the bone. It doesn't knock out the infection, but it's good enough for stopping the blood.

( And now, his smile turns self-mocking. ) Couldn't do it myself, with my arm this way.