Will examined the gash on your arm, an eyebrow raised. "That's a lot more than just a simple dagger cut." He said, looking to you quizzically. It had been a slow day in the infirmary, which was odd since today was capture the flag, and of course right as he was beginning to relax you came rushing in blood pouring out of your arm. He shouldn't be surprised, you had a habit of getting hurt. He grabbed a roll of white medical gauze and bandage scissors, carefully wrapping the white cloth around your bloodied arm. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" He asked, looking to you.