Jacob limped into an upstairs bathroom, sitting down on the edge of a tub with a pained groan and lifting up the leg on his pants. The bite looked bad, the sharks teeth probably cutting deep enough for him to need stitches. If he wasnt so angry right now he would probably be concerned. "Stupid **censor** cannible." He muttered, digging in his bag and pulling out some alcohol and a first aid kit. Living or dead, a mouth is filled with tons of germs, all of which were currently festuring in his wound and threatening infection. The fox unscrewed the cap to the alcohol and poured it inside, letting out a yelp as it burned. Next, he took out a needle and thread from the kit a looked at it, hesitant before shakily digging it into his flesh.