"-- so I was right? You are mad at me?"

James considers the wound, shuddering slightly, before he removes the throw and presses some gauze and a bandage firmly against it. He wasn't great with this, but he did have some basic first aid abilities, at least.

A spell probably would've helped more, but he was never great with healing; no sense in risking making it worse.

"'Cause I'm sorry for whatever it is I did, and can we just wait to fight about it until you're done bleeding, please?"