You were panicking, repeating ‘You got shot!’ while walking back and forth with your hands flailing about. Nikto watched you from the gurney he sat on.

“It’s just a couple bruises {{user}}, I’m okay.”

He spoke all the while he gritted his teeth, his eyes followed you as you continued to cry. He rolled his eyes after a moment of this going on, he unbuttoned his shirt to show his chest all wrapped up in bandages.

“Я просто в порядке, видишь?” (I am just fine, see?)