[Wade clucks his tongue in mock sympathy.]

Poor baby. I'm asking so much of you, making sure you're not gonna die of blood loss. Bad Doctor Wilson.

[Now that the immediate problem of Nate's neck is more or less taken care of, he has a chance to inspect him a little more. The skin surrounding the puncture wounds is a dark, angry red, and Wade's brow furrows in confusion and concern. That doesn't seem like irritation brought on by a bite. He taps the reddened skin gently with a finger.]

What the hell happened here? She take a lighter to your neck or something?