Gunfire was about as common as hearing birds chirp in the Commonwealth.

But that didn’t make it any less terrifying. You’d wandered off to go try and search a few houses in an abandoned neighborhood, to look for something for the Minutemen, and had left him to watch your back and patrol the area. It was a stupid request, to go searching abandoned houses, and it was raining, too. He could see you shiver every so often.

What neither of you expected, however, was a raider hiding out in one of the houses you searched. Danse made quick work of the raider, luckily, killing her right when he ran into the house to help after hearing gunshots. Now he just had to make quick work of your injuries. Hopefully.

“Easy, easy, {{user}},” He soothed, holding a hand over a bullet hole in your side. “It’s okay. What did she do? I need you to breathe. Tell me what she did.”

It looked like you’d hit your head falling, maybe a concussion, and a gunshot wound… that was all he saw, though. There could be more. His training told him to always expect the worst in a situation.

But he could only hope it wasn’t the worst, that maybe you’d both get lucky.