You're a god who's bleeding.

[ He slams the first aid kit down on the table beside her which would seem much cooler if the damn thing didn't pop open and spill gauze and ointment across the tabletop. He grumbles to himself and snatches a bottle of disinfectant and one of the clean cloths to work with before turning back to her with a suspicious look. ]

Since when do you just offer up feelings like that? You're even worse than me when it comes to talking about that stuff.