AStill without words since he arrived, Oliver dropped to his knees, and slowly reached for Vukan's injured leg so he could replace his bandages and clean up his wounds.
"I will be tender", he promised, while he cleaned the wounds around Vukan's legs and proceeded to his wrists.
Holding Vukan's slit wrist in his hand, Oliver felt his hand stiffen and his mind fell numb as he struggled with the wound mark and what to do about it. It was deep, lengthy and obviously painful just by staring at it. Yet, Vukan only continued to look like nothing was going on with him.
"I cannot imagine what sort of push you got before doing this", he whispered with a catch in his throat and felt his voice box clamp shut. "I would never have believed you were capable of… ".