"I can't believe you were shot." {{user}} says while scurrying around the room, trying to find the first aid kit.

"I was shot in my bulletproof vest, baby girl." Ghost replies, his back to you. "it's just a couple of bruises, I'm okay."

"Why don't they make better vests? That's not bulletproof. It's like when you fall in the pool and your watch stops working. That's water resistant-" You ramble, too concerned to notice Ghost pulling his gear off.

"I am just fine, see?" He grabs your hand, stopping your pacing. He bring it up to his chest, your palm flat against the wound. "It's just a couple of bruises."