"S'more than a few," Tim grumbled, looking more and more unhappy by the second. It was like he didn't like being taken care of or something. Oh, wait, that was exactly what it was. It didn't help that he was mad at himself for getting stabbed in the first place. He was a god damn Ranger. Even drunk, he should've been able to fend off a little pocket knife. "Picked a fight with a guy who didn't seem to be aware of the no weapons rule. Got the jump on me, I guess."

He huffed, finally moving his arm out of the way so Billy could get a better look at it. It was more than a scratch, but still only a flesh wound. He'd seen worse and had worse, that much was certain.