[Alucard frowns, leaning in a little more. He's not his mother, he can't diagnose on sight, but he's not an idiot either. There's a soft hum of consideration.]

That and if the depth is more than either of us think, a stitch or two. As for myself--

[He had barely registered himself. Alucard pauses, holding up both forearms. There are shredded sleeves, and he tuts.]

I'm more worried about fabric in the wounds getting infected. I'm sure whatever healing spells are available will take care of that concern.