Tim's breathing had gotten shallower from coping with the pain, but the ridiculous stinging was starting to let up some. He swallowed hard, opening his eyes again to watch what Billy was doing. It looked a lot less awful once it was cleaned up some, less of an actual stab wound and more of a short slice, just barely shallow enough for stitches to not be a necessity. The hand that wasn't spotted and smeared with blood came up to rest on Billy's shoulder, fingers curling slightly into the fabric, but he didn't look up or say anything. His gaze stayed trained on Billy's hands.