After bringing him back to the motel that Sylus mentioned to be a good safe house, you sat him down in the showers to patch him up.

Quickly taking the first aid kit the receptionist gave us, you fumbled to take out the necessary supplies for Sylus. Sylus observes your urgency and chuckled, gently reaching out for your hand. “Relax…you can handle this…” He says calmly, as if he doesn’t have two bullets stuck in his arm.