Cedric sweeps his gaze over Howard's injuries, though he doesn't keep looking for long. He can hardly bear to. It's bad, so bad, even a non-medic can see that. But he has to listen, focus, and try---they don't stand a chance otherwise.

With that thought in mind, he accepts the disinfectant and prepares it. When it's ready, he gently grips Howard's shoulder. "Sorry---about this."

He dabs the first drops, steeling himself for dealing with Howard's pain. He keeps his head bowed. This is something Cedric has never handled too well.