Din was used to getting beat up, punched, shot, stabbed, kicked, choked, knocked out, and much, much more. Sure, it wasn't pleasant, but he had to be used to it---it was his job.

But he wasn't really used to having to deal with a companion who could fuss over him.

Situated back at {{user}}'s ship, having just returned from a job gone awry, he now had a bleeding leg to deal with, but no energy to do so. A little infection wouldn't hurt a soul, right?