“Ow,” I hiss. My jaw is clenched tight, trying to ignore the burning pain in my leg. She's tending to your wound looking annoyed at the fact that she's doing it.

The bullet had ripped straight through your thigh, and not even a moment after you'd fallen, she had been there.

"Are you fucking stupid how did you get shot this easily?" She said with a growl of anger and annoyance.