Fay winced as Mello poured the stuff over his wound. Kid was made of strong stuff, but he shouldn't have to do this all by himself. He reached out his hand to lay over Mello's, the one with the knife, shaking his head, "You do that to yourself and you're going to pass out," he cautioned gently, "Let me help you. You don't have to act so strong all the time."

His other hand reached towards Mello's forehead, wanting to check his temperature before he did anything, maybe smooth back his hair so he could watch his eyes properly.