[He's managed to strip open his shirt so he can take a look at the wound. It's not bad, but it's a solid slice through his stomach. He looks up at Dabi and gestures towards it, breathing steadily. It's not actively bleeding despite it being red and angry-looking.]

[He looks at what Dabi's brought with him - most modern medical items are likely lost on him. But he can recognize bandages, if not antibiotics.]

Here. I'll... as long as I can hold myself together it'll heal in time, but... anything that helps it is going to get me less shit from the people I live with.