McCoy gets right to work cutting off the bandage, utterly focused on his task. There may be a slight sigh of annoyance or a mutter under his breath at the state of the wound, but soon enough he's cleaning it with squirts of saline and nodding to himself.

"Doesn't look infected, so that's good. It was probably just the friction against your pants opening it back up. Try wearing looser pants or, better yet, shorts, and roll this side up."