"No, it's not okay," he agrees softly. There's only barely a wince as she starts to work on the torn skin of his hands, drying blood coming away in rusty streaks. Somehow, it feels better in a stinging, cleansing way, just to have them tended to and some of the tension goes out of the big man's shoulders as he gives himself over to being cared for.

It's probably going to scar. But...maybe later, when he's feeling less brittle, he can go to the medical department. Certainly, he'll do that after a day or two is passed. He's had a recent tetanus shot, thanks to his run-in with the barbed wire in Dogtown, so he should be good for that. He takes a deep breath, but otherwise does his best not to move around too much as he processes what Donna's saying.

"We save who we can. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't."