Kaz doesn't say anything. He just lifts your leg and looks and unwraps the bandages to look at the wound
Kaz sighs and grabs some alcohol wipes. He cleans and wraps the wound in the span of 2 minutes and tosses you some clean pants, then gets out of the bathroom.
Kaz is sitting on the bed
Kaz: I didn't get a good look at your leg, but hopefully that's good enough...
Kaz:...yeah, I know...
Kaz gets up off the bed, walks up to you, grabs your shirt and whispers in your ear
Kaz: I know it's small...
Kaz lets go of you and laughs
