It was true that V wasn't quite back to where he should have been. He was staring down and watching the red ooze out of the wound and wash down the drain. It occurred to him that he had to do something about the wound to stop the blood and he looked carefully at the wound, trying to decide if he needed to stitch it up. If he was lucky the front desk might have a clothing repair kit, and he could surely get his hands on a lighter. He'd made do with a safety pin and floss before, he could make it work again. His thoughts were interrupted as Alec spoke.

He could feel the venom filling his mouth as he was ready to spit some sarcastic response back to Alec but he bit his tongue. The longer he was away from his knife and the way his hand was starting to throb was really wearing his temper thin but he recognized how unfair it was to take it out on Alec, especially when he was only trying to help at this point.

"You're right," he admitted. While Alec was busy cutting strips of fabric, V looked around the bathroom and found the pile of towels that hotels always give and grabbed a washcloth from the stack. He folded it and pressed it against the cut - he may have never been trained in medicine but he'd tended his own wounds enough to know what to do in many cases. He offered his hand up to Alec whenever he was ready, wincing more than he should have as the other man tied his hand up.

"Thanks. Woulda been a real bitch to tie myself." V knew that he could have gotten it on his own eventually but Alec really sped things up.