"It's just a scratch, I swear!" Jorgensen said, sucking on the spot on the back of his hand.
"Look," said Frederick, "you need to clean it or it could get infected. Wait here."
Frederick stepped over to his locker and pulled out a tiny jar.
"What's that, some kind of snake oil?"
"No, it's- it's a plant. But trust me, it really works. My brothers and I started carrying some around with us. I don't think we were supposed to take any from-"
"Just take care of it already, Bjorgman, and shut up with the travel memoir."
"This might sting."