[ Oswald felt a bit like he was under a microscope now that Ed could see properly again. He probably caught him staring. Part of him wanted to take his turn at hiding his face but that would only make it even more obvious. He didn't have much of a choice but to keep going like he hadn't just shamelessly indulged in looking at Ed without -- heavens, it sounded even worse when he thought of it in such bold terms. What business did his mind have wandering at a time like this? Concentrate, Oswald. Concentrate.

Thankfully, despite all his worry, the wound hadn't been as bad as all of that blood had made it look. It wasn't good by any stretch of he imagination, but with some guidance it had been much more easily treated than he'd feared. Embarrassment struck every so often throughout the process, especially when Ed had grabbed his arm, but he'd made it through without acting a total fool by some grace. When it was all over, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding back. ]

Well, that was quite an ordeal. [ Oswald laughed lightly, but nothing was funny. He still felt uneasy. Like he hadn't done enough. ] I wasn't sure what you'd want to wear so I brought a few different things, but I should probably get rid of the rest of that blood first. Did you want some water? I noticed you were licking your lips, so I thought maybe... [ He trailed off. Rambling too much. Ed would never get to answer if he didn't shut up. ]