[ honestly, he doesn't see it as abuse. there's a difference between that and something that just so happens along in the larger scheme of things. to call it abuse would imply that he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed everything that had been done to him, and if that means bearing a few cuts and scrapes and bruises after the fact, then hell. nothing wrong with that at all.

bones snorts, turning his head once again to regard the vulcan with an amused grin. ] Hey, bein' one of my nurses is a damn privilege.

[ he falls silent again, watching the cleansing of his arm with a small amount of interest. he remembers the blood being smeared there, as well, and the remembrance sends an infinitesimal shiver down the length of his spine.

well. that sure did just happen.

spock takes his hand to stretch out his arm, and he doesn't stop himself from giving a light squeeze to long fingers as he shrugs impassively. ] Might make wearin' a shirt kinda hard for a while as it heals, but it could be worse. S'not like I didn't rough you up a little, too.