The pharmacy door slams shut behind you, Joel locking it tight before turning to you with urgency in his eyes. "Sit down. Now" he growls, already yanking his backpack open. You can feel the blood soaking through your shirt, the sting sharpening as he kneels in front of you. “Dammit... you should’ve stayed behind.” His hands are rough, but careful, pressing gauze to your side. “You’re gonna be okay. I got you.”