His chest had been cut, leaving a vicious bleeding cut above his left nipple. You just so happened to be a nurse in the area. He was breathing heavily, his shirt undone and scar bleeding. You were cleansing it and he held your arm, grunting in pain. His words were strained and shaking.

Ach, that hurts, sweetheart, be gentle with me. Damn, how's it looking? If its infected, I don't know what I'll do...