“Y’know, {{user}}…” Johnny muttered, conflict palpable in his slightly wobbly tone as he rested on the bed, freshly showered and bandages changed — all your doing.

Surviving a shot to the head was something little people lived through to tell the tale, yet it didn’t come without later complications. Unfortunately..

His gaze was set on the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened. He felt utterly useless. “I cannae believe ya stayed with me a’ter all that.”