The wound on his neck was mostly healed at this stage but he wanted to clean it again anyway. The thoughts of somebody else’s teeth leaving behind germs was disgusting to him. Even though they’d clearly given him something far worse. He applies the cotton, soaked with the alcohol and flinches at the sting when it sinks in. Tough medicine, most likely not something that would affect the infection coursing through his body, but he wanted it to at least feel clean.
He closes the bottle and tucks back into the ration pack while exiting the med lab. It was the most he would do tonight, he wanted to get back to sleep. The tasteless ration pack, not inspiring him to eat, is tossed to the worktop half eaten and hops back up into the bunk to lie down.