Dimitri looked at Ryan with an expression somewhere between perplexity and fascination, one of his brows raised slightly at the calculations, "[b]You ah...you do that often?[/b]" he inquired. The answer to his question would have to wait however as it seemed as though Molly was cognizant enough to voice her complaints and ask for a cloth, "[b]Right, right, hang on.[/b]". The cyborg soaked the cloths in some warm water and wrung them out a bit, being careful to avoid submerging his damaged wrist in the sink, lest he cause even further damage. As he walked back over with the cloths, his eyebrow shot up again as he looked to her extended hand, then at her face, "Yeah, nah. The nurse said for you t'keep still." he said as he flicked her hand back onto the bed and gently pressed the cloth over her eye. As gently as he could, the cyborg wiped away some of the blood just as the nurse returned with the supplies she needed. Now it was the nurse's turn to raise her brow as she shooed Dimitri away and began to clean her face with the cloth, "[i]I get that you're trying to help and all son, but please leave this to the people certified to do the job.[/i]". Dimitri didn't argue as he stepped back, only took a seat in a chair near the cot. 

The nurse moved with the speed and precision of a veteran, wiping away the blood on Molly's face and raising her head gently to clean away the dried blood and matted hair that obscured the injury. Dimitri peeked over the older woman's shoulder and winced as he saw the gash, "[b]You sure you don't need any help?[/b]", "[i]Fine, if you're that eager to do something, pass me the gauze and scissors.[/i]". Dimitri obeyed without question, watching intently as the nurse lightly patted the wound and cut away some of the hair. Despite his guilt, Dimitri couldn't help but admit that this was actually pretty fascinating to watch, at least from a scientific standpoint.