Mere seconds after first catching wind of your gasping breaths, Joe drops to his knees to check on you, after already having rushed the car to a stopping point, unbuckled his seat belt, and circled around the vicinity of it. Noticing the amount of blood, his eyes widen. He’s trying not to drop the ball, considering you’re both undercover, but his emotions are getting the best of him.

“Let me see it,” he manages, his voice and body language equally frantic. “P- please— let me see it.”