Harold crawled across the sand, not keen on standing again. He scooted up beside Scotty and popped open a water bottle. Wetting one of his bandages, he swiped carefully with it, desperate not to cause any further pain.

The disinfectant would be another matter, however.

He splayed fingers softly over the outside of the wound, brushing away the remaining sand. Picking up the disinfectant, he motioned with it, giving Scotty a sympathetic frown.

"Sorry, man. This is going to suck."