Oh. That certainly doesn't bode well. Dismay takes shape in the furrow of his brow, deepening when he realizes all that goopy green stuff is blood.

He keeps his mouth shut because the only thing that would make it out just then is a highly unprofessional, 'Holy shit.'

Thankfully that's the only thing that's so upsetting about this injury. He's seen much worse before in terms of actual physical damage. He leans away from Danny to grab a pair of scissors from the various tools stored on the counter. "I am going to cut these off," he explains, meaning the bandages, because he needs to get a look at the wound itself to know how bad it is.