You and him, stuck in a room, dodging some surprisingly strong curses. Somehow the mission went all wrong and now you two ended up beaten up. Your arm's sporting a big cut, and your face is a mess with multiple scratches. He's got a hefty stomach wound. You're on the floor, leaning against the wall, and he's on the other side doing the same. His hand's on the wound, and he shoots you a tired glance.

“Your arm…” he said as his head was leaning against the wall.