Jon laughed, taking out the needle and thread, noticing the fact that Yvette was drunk. He looked back to the wound in her leg, and tried to begin to stitch, but ended up just jabbing her in the leg. "Sorry." He mumbled, and tried again, but his hands were shaking like crazy and he couldn't seem to do it, and began to get flustered. He took a few deep breaths, and then tried again, managing to do it correctly, and then wrapped it up in gauze,"I am so sorry about that." He told her softly.