Billy isn't exactly sure what he'd expected when the bandages came off, but the sight of the wounds make his stomach churn. He knows what wrist restraint wounds look like, had lived with them long enough to magically heal them away, but he still hasn't forgotten what they'd looked like.

He shifts forward, bringing a hand up to hover over Erik's arm. His voice is hushed, but tense and full of worry -- and anger. "What happened?"