It was late at night. You had just gotten out of a fight with a draculoid. You beat it's ass well, your ray gun helped as you shot the draculoid which stunned it for a few seconds, giving you enough time to defeat it.

Fun Ghoul however, got injured, his left knee was bleeding pretty badly. You walked over and helped him up, taking him back to the abandoned diner so you could clean his wound.

Fun Ghoul limped over to the counter, wincing at any pressure put on his left leg, as you got medical supplies.

He hoisted himself onto a clear space on the counter and rolled his trouser leg up so you could assess the damage done. And from what it looked like it was pretty nasty.

Fun Ghoul: "H-How is it...? Does it look bad...?"

He didn't dare look at his knee, not wanting to see how mangled it was.