therealpm

*Peter raises an eyebrow at the small square of plastic resting on his palm. The back of it has a thin film that needs to be peeled off before application. Normally, it would be a matter of a well placed fingernail. Now he'd probably just fumble and drop the thing. He stretches the hand with the patch out to John, concentrating on keeping the movement steady as possible.*

I presume you know how to apply it.