Don't Starve Character Scenarios

They get hurt

A story requested by  @Tommyvercaty231
I hope you like it!!! :]
Additionally, I'd like to mention that my writing this was inspired by BrainBlister, and they do an amazing job with these stories, especially their chapter on this topic. 100% go check them out!!!

You were organizing the chests at the camp, waiting for the small group that had left to gather supplies to return. 

You were in the middle of separating the different kinds of minerals and ores when one of the groups came rushing back, one of the trio carrying a small backpack of materials while one of the other two held cloth to their side, their face contorted in pain. 

You quickly jumped up to ask what was wrong, and the one with the material bag called "Incident with a tall bird," the injured one sitting down on the stump closest to you around the fire. You move to get a better look and take in a sharp inhale at the sight. 

There were three large gashes across their side, perfectly parallel, the middle one a bit longer and deeper than the one on either side. The person who hadn't been carrying the materials says, "You should head to the medical tent," and the injured person nods in response, heading into the tent. 

Wickerbottom was out in another group gathering supplies as well (except in her story, obviously), so you took a step back and looked to the other two. As if they read your mind, they said, "Can you help them?" You turn back to the person, now sitting in the med tent back to holding the cloth to their side, and think I've watched Wickerbottom help people enough, I can figure out how this works... and head into the medical tent.

Wilson: 

He instantly made eye contact with you. "Ah, what a relief," he chimes. 

"Relief?" You ask, looking up at him slightly. He nods, glances at the tent Willow and Maxwell went into, and says, "I'd rather you help me with this than either of them." 

You raised both eyebrows and tilted your head a bit. Honestly, you took that as a compliment. "Ehm..." you hummed. "Okay, first things first, I guess, take off your shirt? Or just... move it? I don't know, I need to get to the wound," He nods and unbuttons his vest and undershirt, moving the left side of it to the side so you can get to the gashes. 

You let out a small hiss of secondhand pain and glance around the room, looking for the next step. "Water," you mumble, searching for anything. "Aha!" You shout, finding a small container of fresh(?) water and grab a clean(?) cloth. 

Turning back to Wilson, you said, "This might sting," while you moved his shirt a bit more. Wilson smiled and chimed, "Oh, believe me, I've dealt with plenty worse injur- hngg!" You jerk the hand that had just barely touched him away as he winces in pain, chiming out a sympathetic apology. 

Instinctively, you wince away and ask, "Are you okay?" He nods and says, "Just... sensitive." You nod and say, "If it's too much, let me know." He forces a chuckle and calls, "I'll be just fine, don't you worry." 

You nod and reach up to dab at it again, and he winces dramatically. You blink, confused, looking at the hand that hadn't even touched his skin yet. 

"Wilson, I haven't even touched you," you say, sounding a bit more obviously bewildered than you intended.  He glances at you, almost sheepishly, and says, "Anticipation." 

You nod and say, "Alright," before putting the cloth down and picking up the salve. You barely brush your finger across his side when he winces again, pulling away from your touch, and you look at him again. "Do you need me to do something else to ease the pain, Wil?" you call to him, concerned at how strongly he's responding.