"I can't believe you would do something so- so stupid!" Mary-Beth scolded you, huffing as she tightened the gauze around your leg.

You'd gone on a stagecoach job that'd seemed easy enough, but had actually had more protection than you originally anticipated. So you ended up shot in the leg, and weren't able to walk right for a while.

Mary-Beth grumbled something under her breath but finished re-wrapping your injury and sat beside the cot you laid on. She was silent for a moment, then asked, "... Are you okay?"