"Right. Right, pressure." Without a threat right in his face to focus his attention on, Miles was finally starting to fray a bit, hands trembling as he pressed one over the gash, a move of the fabric mask hinting at the grimace that came with that.

"I'm... not sure where there's a clinic around here?" And besides that, he'd have to wait. He'd been okay before he sat, but now his legs were starting to feel like jelly, and it was a good thing he was already sitting on a bench because there's no way his legs would carry him anywhere while they felt like this.