Don't say that. Nothing's going to happen to you, alright?

[ He may be slightly tipsy from bad life choices, but he has more choices to make in the next few hours. Elizabeth would smack his face if he wasn't injured in an attempt to sober him up, but, she focuses on his shirt. He sits up and she nearly braces herself on her bad wrist to try and catch him.

Nope, he flops and she groans. ]

Ugh - fine.

[ And rip she does? It wasn't clean - it pops the buttons off dramatically and all but she's at least able to fumble and pull his sleeves off carefully. He's bare and she's... not sure how to feel about this?

What will she see on his wound? ]

Bigby... you could have - ... this is a lot of blood...