Matias kept a tight pressure on the wound even as Midnight was laid down. The second layer of gauze was practically dyed red at this point. He grabbed yet another piece and slapped it on, maintaining the pressure. From here he grabbed a small roll of surgical tape and started taping all the layers onto Midnight in a rush.

"Can't be dumber than you knocking Iris out and leaving when you haven't fully healed," he snarled, pressing onto the makeshift bandage. "Seriously, why'd you do that? What'd you get out of lying to everyone?"