Seth drops the bloodied shirt on the floor, and then puts the not quite as bloodied hoodie there too, so it won't stain the bed. A strange thing to worry about, he notes, given all the other things he's worried about.

"Yeah..." he answers just as quietly, watching Daniel inspect his injury. He feels a little sick, and ready to pass out, but he knows he won't get any sleep for a while. "I mean, I'm not yet," he adds. "But I'm gonna be. Thanks to you." He glances up and smiles wearily.

Then he gets to his feet again - it's getting harder and harder to do that, without the adrenaline and urgency, his legs are starting to feel like jello - and goes to the bathroom again. There's no cloths, but there's a couple of towels, so Seth grabs one and wets it in the sink, then returns to Daniel and starts cleaning away the blood. He doesn't go to near the actual wound though, worried his shaking hands will accidentally hurt Daniel.