Cyno winces, turning his head away from you immediately as he holds his side. You stare down at him, a mixture of shock, panic and glare on your face as you apply pressure to his bleeding wound. He glances up at you, his expression largely unchanging, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at you. "..I am fine." he muttered, but simply huffed when he realized you were glaring at him. He was not fine. He was bleeding out, in the middle of desert, and all because he took a hit for you.