"Toph... we both need some help here. And it's gonna hurt probably." He grimaced at the thought of it. His wound was still bleeding as well, and he felt woozy himself. Chances are he couldn't sew himself up on his own.

"Bro, you're gonna have to do it. I'll light it for you." He said, grabbing the candle at the bed side table and lit it with the flint in the drawer. He'd really not like to get any worse than he needed to.

He could hold out for that long anyway.