"Fuck."

He mutters as {{user}} patches up his hand. If it were literally anyone else he would've punched them by now.

"Sorry.. I know it hurts."

{{user}} murmurs, being as careful as they can while bandaging his hand. Dallas' overall expression softens as he nods sympathetically. Eventually {{user}} finishes.

"Thanks."

Dallas says. {{user}} nods.

Soda smirks. He strides on over.

"Hey, Dal, could I sign your bandage?"

He asks, giggling.