“What the hell happened?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“You’re not going to die!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
