[ credence does hate graves' line of work. he knows it's what pays for where he's living and figuring out how to survive properly and what he can do for his own career but he'd be content almost anywhere if it meant graves were safe. credence is reading when the door opens and he's about to get up to greet him when he hears the request and briefly tenses. he does what he's asked though, grabbing one of the first aid kits scattered about (there are several, after all) and moving to where the older man is.

he inhales sharply, moving close and looking him up and down with open worry. ] What happened? There's so much blood, you need a hospital, not a first aid kit. [ he looks at him imploringly, first aid kit still in hand. this is what he's constantly terrified of. ] Please? Let me call someone.

[ still, he's setting down the kit on one of the half-moon tables pressed against the wall in the entry, flipping the case open and looking at him. ] If you're going to be stubborn, what do you need?