[Alucard returns with several things. The first is a bucket of water, steaming hot. It is for sterilization. With him on his belt is a kit of bandages and gauze, and hovering over his shoulder is a tiny needle already threaded. His stupid experiment worked. Which means he can at least fix this stupid problem without touching Trevor.

He kneels at Trevor's side, motions for him to inch closer. The bucket is placed down on the floor, Alucard grabs the jar of yew ash just in case.

From where he sits, he can at least assess the wound better than before. It's worse than he expected, and it looked pretty bad earlier. Salting a wound will do that, and so will iron.]

I cannot articulate how much I hate this right now.

[The needle is dipped into the bucket to sterilize it properly.]

I'm going to make a paste of the yew ash and ask you to apply it first, understood?