Drake: *says gently* please let me help you this was my fault anyway *gently takes out a splinter painlessly*
Emmy: Yeah... But it's bleeding still... -tears off a piece of fabric from the shirt in my bag- There we go... -wraps it over my knuckles-
Kat: -leans against wall and slides down to sit on floor of hallway- No problem Will -sighs- Gus: -sits next to her-