It all happened so quick, and then he was rushed to the medbay- or at least he assumed he was, as he had quite a lot of adrenaline pumping through his system and time seemed to pass by in a blur.

Grawl sat on one of the many pristine beds, shirtless as you tended to his injury, occasionally wincing or faintly groaning. He kept a straight face, of course, remaining unbothered- mostly unbothered.