"I think so, yeah."

"Yeah, we're good," Jenn agrees, visibly steeling herself.

Lainey slips in, not opening the bathroom door too wide, and carrying what, to first glance, is a very utilitarian medical kit - and when she opens it on the edge of the sink, it's obviously well stocked. "You staying, B?"

"Jenn? Do you want me to stay?" Bina asks.

"Yes. Please." It's not obvious, but Jenn is perhaps just a little bit on edge from this, and perhaps a bit desperate that Bina stay.

"I'll stick around, then."

Jenn nods her thanks, and then starts peeling her shirt off carefully - her movements are very carefully gauged, trying to hide the fact that she still has pretty much completely normal range of movement in her shredded shoulder.

Lainey takes in the damage. "-This. Is not minor. B- Jenn-" She breathes. "We should really got to the ER."

"Uh. Kind of. Not an option?"

"What's so-"

Jenn twitches. "Not an option. Can't let them find me- us."

Lainey looks between the two. "-Alright, I'll do what I can, but if you get worse you need to go to someone who's fully trained."

"We will, yeah," Bina says. If Jenn develops blood poisoning or loses mobility Bina will drag her to the hospital. 

"Alright then." Lainey sets to work. "And don't think you're getting out of letting me look at you, B. I saw you favouring your legs."

"They're not that bad," she says, even though they kind of are.

Jenn snorts and looks back to Bina. "They kinda are."

"Like you're one to talk..."

"Guilty."

"Câlice," Lainey actually gives a slight laugh. "You two are a matched pair, aren't you?"

"Don't know what you're talking about."

Lainey might not be entirely happy about this situation, but she seems a bit more relaxed as she finishes doing what she can for Jenn's shoulder.

"Alright," she says as she finishes smoothing down the edge of a bandage. "Keep it clean, let me know if anything feels weird, try not to move the arm too much, I think I have a sling somewhere..."

"I appreciate this," Jenn says seriously.

"Alright, B, your turn."

She'll sigh, but obediently hop up on the counter.

"Want me to go?" Jenn asks quietly.