Sure. You're bleeding out all over a bench right now, but you're fine. [ He sighs. Despite his snippiness, he really is just concerned. He kneels down and starts wiping blood off of her--gently, testing with a light touch to see if he's just cleaning up blood, or accidentally touching on an injury. ]

Even if you were fine...doing things on your own to the point that you think you need to clean up after your own gaping wounds? Sounds like it sucks.