"Not today," Michael sighs and rinses his hands with more of the alcohol before wiping the wound again. "Alright, bite down now - I don't know if you've ever been sewn up before but it hurts like a bitch."

He wishes he had fishing line to work with, but good strong thread would do for just a few stitches. "Once the wound heals closed you'll need to have these removed - I can do it if you want me to."

Taking a deep breath, once his belt is once more secured between the other man's teeth, he makes quick work of the stitches - small, tight surgeon's crosses that'd hold up to even fore fighting and the weight of the cross he insisted on carrying. When he finished, he tied off the thread in a small knot and then rinsed his hands again.

"I'm gonna wrap it, and then when we get back to Milliways I want you to get some gauze from the bar - two rolls of five-by should do it." He rips off three squares and then presses them hard against the stitching; "First you lay down a pad." He then wraps the rolled gauze several times around his arm; "Then you wrap. Change it daily, keep it clean - I'm sure you know the drill by now."