"John," he answers as the lights go on inside Finch's makeshift hospital room. "And I think we'll manage. I have some experience."

He's patched himself up plenty of times. Even if all he has in the boy is an extra pair of hands, he knows that's going to be a good deal of help. Trying to suture a wound without help is always a little difficult and he knows he can do it if necessary, but if it's not, he'll prefer that option.

Lowering himself to the small cot, he reaches for one of the cupboards and pulls out a pair of scissors and begins to cut his pant leg. "What's your name?"