Charlie knows Rosie well enough to know that the exasperation in her tone is the same impulse as the relief that floods through him when Rosie switches the cloth and he sees that Nick's rate of bleeding has changed.

"You can cope with this," he says, quietly, his fingers still interlaced with Rosie's where they're pressed against Nick's wound. "All of the shit that Sabrina says you two survived back home? This is nothing."