"It takes a courageous man to just manage a bullet wound," she replies, with a smile. Her tone gets a touch playful when she continues. She'll humour him, cover up her worries so that he doesn't have to worry about her. "That, or a stubborn one."

She glances over the bandages. No leaking red, a good sign if there ever was one. Now the trick was to keep him from reopening his stitches.