"... none of us are okay after that," Duo answered honestly, scowling as he said it. "I'm just... slightly more okay than you two. Enough to help. Alright?"

A sharp sigh and he looked at his double, making a face that bordered on looking almost ill. He didn't want to, but he knew how bad infections could get. He'd seen his fair share of them, living on the street. It was the only reason he knew how to do stitches in the first place, after all.

Not that he liked doing them.

"Okay..." he muttered quietly after a moment, swallowing hard. Maybe this time he wouldn't get sick after it was done.

Maybe.