Kyree rummaged through several small bottles, but none were labeled for disinfection, so he could only look to Martin for help.
Martin smiled and said, "For disinfection, use iodine alcohol. See which one smells like alcohol."
Kyree opened and sniffed each one, finally finding the disinfectant, and then prepared to disinfect Troy.
"Wait a minute!" Troy gritted his teeth and shouted, then looked at Martin: "Will using this for disinfection hurt a lot?"
Martin shook his head very seriously: "It won't hurt!"
Troy breathed a sigh of relief and then gave Kyree a look indicating he could start.
Kyree nodded, poured the iodine alcohol from the bottle onto Troy's wound.
"Ah, this is killing me!" Troy's whole body stiffened, convulsing in pain, and his scream was like a pig being slaughtered
