He covered his head witha pillow.
Cam quietly walks over to the bathroom and grabs a tube of neosporin, some alcohol wipes and a box of bandaids. He walks over to Vince and sits on the bed next to him.
He hummed a little
Cam: This is gonna sting a little...sorry...
He starts gently dabbing at the cuts with the alcohol wipes
"ow...'
Cam: Sorry...
He rubs neosporin on the cuts and then bandages them
Cam:...there. Don't take these off for a little while, ok? You-you're gonna need time to heal...
",,,,yeah...kay.."
Cam:...I'm sorry Vince...I-I can't imagine...
"I don't want your sympathy.."
Cam: O-oh...okay...well-we-you-you can still fly...if-if you want...
