Ianto checked the wound after Sulu pulled the towel away from it. It...looked pretty nasty, but it didn't seem to be actively bleeding anymore. They must've been sitting there in the bathroom for longer than Ianto'd thought. He bit his lip, nodding at Sulu's request, and moving over to the suitcase to grab a pair of jeans for him, having the presence of mind to stick his comm into the pocket before turning to Sulu. He paused then, though. Not really knowing how good the other man was on his feet yet, he wasn't sure he should just hand him over a potential hazard and let him just roll with it...

Ianto put the jeans down on the edge of the tub, and reached a hand down to Sulu, bracing his feet to help pull him up. "Here," he said. "You're going to need to stand up for this," he said. Based on how good Sulu was when he was upright, Ianto was going to make an executive decision about the jeans. He had a feeling, though, judging by the pain-glazed look in Sulu's eyes, that he was going to have to help more than Sulu probably really wanted him to.