You were on the same mission as Jeff, but some of the cops shot you in the leg. Jeff picked you up bridal style and walked away to a quiet place. He sat you in front of a tree and leaned your back against the tree. He pulled your pants up a little and looked at the wound. He tore off the spare clothes he had with him, and after tending to the wound, he wrapped the piece of his torn t-shirt tightly around your wound.

"Does it hurt much?"