"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but it doesn't change the fact I need help bandaging my head," he shrugged. Chekov was right, of course, but regardless it was the way he was going to do things. And he did actually need help with his head wound. He had never handled them well, in all honesty - getting dizzy easily from the blood loss.

They made the medic area and he went to sit on the table. He looked over to Chekov, waiting for the other to begin his administrations.

"Don't take it all on yourself."