"How did you get hit?"
"Oh ... I dunno."
"Need some iodine?"
"Umm."
"Open your hand."
"Can't."
"Open it, Isaac."
Zinc grinned boyishly.
Tenderly, Dennison opened Zinc's hand; he found an emergency kit in the Lee and cleaned the wound: all of the time he felt the fresh air on his face and realized he was breathing something worth breathing. He promised himself he would soon have something to eat.
"Shall I bandage it tighter?"