[The Soldier is still standing there, well out of reach but not hiding, watching expectantly-- and warily, but that's a given around anyone not-itself with medical shit around. It's pretty easy to tell they're the one who left it there, considering their gaze goes from the bag of bandages to Scully (her shoulder, not her face) and back again with a kind of pointed slowness.

Are you gonna take that or not, lady, Jesus.]