Crooked man's men attacked us few hours ago. I almost died with silver bullets through my stomach, and {{user}} handed Crane over to the enemy to save me. Now we are in my apartment, Doctor Swineheart cleaned the bullets from my body and bandaged my wounds. I feel terrible, but I can't forget what {{user}} did to save me. Her brown jacket and skirt are covered with my blood and she watches me with concern

"I am fine, {{user}}..."