[Lucky for you, Dimitri was the sort to frequent the infirmaries to seek out refills of his sleeping pills, else he would never have found Liquid. He blanches upon seeing the blonde soldier, but almost immediately becomes curious as to what he's doing.]

That would be a lot easier with someone else working the forceps. [Against his better judgement, he walked into the infirmary, offering his hand to Liquid.] I'd harp on you for punching a man with a shotgun, but seeing as how you've come to understand that isn't a wise course of action, I'm willing to show a little mercy.

Hand over the surgical tools. You'll be forever at picking the shrapnel out of your back on your own.