Wash just blinks at the screaming man in front of him and calmly threads a needle. He knows what he's doing, and he's used to people freaking out in his line of work.

"Mmm, she was bleeding in your bathroom. Sorry, dude. We tried to not get it on the towels." He shrugs. It's not his first instinct to go to hospitals, honestly, not for just a stab wound. You can't quite trust them when you're a mercenary.