“What are you doing? No, stop!”
“Is that blood!? Oh god.”
“What are you doing down here by yourself?”
“Where did these cuts come from?”
“There is a bullet in your arm! We need to get you to a hospital!”
“Oh my god. Wake up. Please wake up.”
“You know, you should have said something! You’re lucky I was here.”
“Oh god, you just almost died!”
“Here, take my hand. Everything’s fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
“What the hell happened to you!?”
“Hold still. It hurts worse if you move.”
“You idiot! What do you think you were doing out there!?”
“Oh Jesus. It sliced right across your face. No wonder you can’t see.”
“Hold on. What’s the matter with your leg?”
“You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
“Oh, god. I didn’t sign up for this. _______, I’m not a doctor!”
“I thought you were dead.”
“Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?”
“You need to get up right now. Can you do that?”
“You’ve got a blood stain on the back of your shirt, and I really hope it’s not yours.”
“My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt!?”
