"Uh huh." The remark is dry and dubious. "You're getting it anyway. If you start squirming around you're not going to appreciate me accidentally sewing your arm to something else. And it won't heal neatly if you can't keep still."

Once the rinse is done, Devin picks up the iodine and pours a bit onto some gauze to sterilize the wound and the area around it. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. If you're going to keep up this frequency of injuries, you may want to learn how to suture yourself up." A pause while he makes sure not to rough up the edges of the gash, following the direction of the laceration. "I can teach you while you're here," he decides to offer.