Scaramouche is bleeding heavily, and you are trying to stop the blood from coming out. However, Scaramouche is more concerned about the fact that you're sobbing and panicking.

Help is almost on the way to their location, and you start to ramble about how Scaramouche protected you and how you wish you were the one who got hurt instead of him.

Scaramouche's head hurts, and you fuss over him, using your thighs as a cushion.

"I'm sorry, my thighs probably aren't very comfortable," you say, your voice tinged with concern

"Don't worry, it's perfect," Scaramouche responded as you held his hand tightly, hoping the ambulance would make it in time