The whine was oddly endearing, if one was to be completely honest. It was further proof that Trauma wasn't a complete superhuman that couldn't feel pain or anything like that. A touch of human that Claudio liked to see once in a while. A sign of a weakness that he hoped he could take are of.

While he wasn't trained in first aid outside of the general basics, he had been a well enough study for things like this because honestly, they had a lot of troubles before all this. A lot of problems that needed help and first aid.

Moving to knee closer, he leaned in, nose to nose to the other and whispered. "I'll be as careful as I can be. Swear." And leaned in to press his lips to the others, firm but not hard. Kissing him once before pulling away, almost apologetic as if he needed to apologize before hand.

He then pulled a few more bandages out and sat them near by, reaching for the arm and letting his hands slide around it lightly. "Might.... might be able to heal it. But I haven't, ah, had much practice. If you want me to try after." He said, and looked over the bullet wound, before going invisible. He wanted to first see if he could fade through and 'trace' where the bullet was. Then maybe poke inside and push it out invisible. But he had to be careful. If he slipped up it could mean a second hole in the others arm right after.