We went on a hike and Ben ran down the trail so hard he fell. This is typical. My sister the nurse just looks at him and shakes her head and wishes he would wear a helmet all the time.
On this hike, I had bravely taken nothing with me. Normally, I like to be prepared for every contingency, but for once I thought, oh, it's just a short hike, I'll leave my water bottle and knitting and bag in the car. But after the bad fall, Ben's elbow was bleeding and he was under the impression that a band-aid would cure the pain. I hesitatingly offered to tie my hankie-from-winter that was still lurking in my jeans around his elbow. He was instantly comforted - why would he care if the hanky was partially used and linty? I knew I could soak the blood out of the hankie in cold water. We were all cheerful again.
I am quite sure a tissue would not have been big enough or sturdy enough to tie around his elbow - let's hear it for cloth hankies in every pocket!