Summer sighed, turning Lee's injured arm over in her hand, trying to get an idea of just how deep the gash was this time. She met his eyes and smiled weakly, biting down on her lip in an attempt to keep the tears she felt forming behind her eyes from escaping. It was so hard to see him like this, so down that he would actually hurt himself. It was painful. She looked down as he placed his hand in hers, and squeezed it tightly. "It's okay," she said softly, her voice breaking. "We'll get you fixed up, and you'll be fine." She released his hand so she could get up and leave the room, crossing the hall to the staff's bathroom; she knew it would be much less stressful to deal with Lee herself than it would to involve carers. She had an idea of what she was doing, anyway. She opened the cupboard above the sink and found a new dressing, a bandage, some cloths and an antiseptic cream. She filled a bowl with luke-warm water and carried her supplies back into Lee's room.
A few minutes later, there were a few scrunched up, bloodied cloths dotted around them, an open tube of antiseptic cream on the floor, and a fresh dressing on Lee's arm. Currently, Summer was wrapping a bandage securely around it. Sticking a bit of tape on to hold the bandage in place, Summer sat back on her heels to admire her work. "All done," she sang, smiling at him. "Now, would you like to eat something, please?"