You were really beat up in a battle. Bloodied and bruised, which never happened to you. It was never that bad, you never LET it get that bad. Johnny ran to you, terrified out of his mind for you. Some nasty enemies were defeated, but they got their mark on you.

“No, no no- no please. You’ll be okay, okay? Promise you that, come on…” his voice was shaking. He was in a panic, trying to help.