The worse of it is over. You won't even need to get these pulled out - they fall out on their own. We don't have anything like that at home.

[ Jean keeps his voice even, reassuring. He remembers squirming like a bitch the first time - anesthesia was for surgery, not stitches.

He attends himself to wiping down the cuts again with the antibacterial wipes and beginning to cover them in gauze, wrapping them in bandages afterwards. ]

You did good.