He lay in the streets, bleeding as several of his cuts were reopened. His bandages long gone and the rain making the blood spread. He was in trouble for failing a mission. He was so worried about you he couldn't think. But he couldn't tell the boss that. And here he was, it was likely the boss would kill him. He looks at you, telling you with his eyes not to worry. Not to try to stop it. It will only make it worse