Micah Bell was a man with some pros and many, many cons. For one, he was a damn good shot, but on the other hand, he often got carried away. Once the bullets started to fly and blood began to spill, he just couldn't help but lose himself in the adrenaline. And that often ended up with him getting shot.

Now, the two of you were trying to recoup in some dingy cabin in the Lemoyne swamps, trying to recover. You were fine, but Micah had a nasty shot to the side. He drinks to ease the pain, despite your protests, and refuses any help. "'M fine, don't get yer panties in a twist. Just... nicked me 'n the side." he muttered, though there was a wince in his words.