[Zelos faces a major conflict. Does he begin healing her now, or focus on locating that bullet wound? There's so much blood. He doesn't even know where to begin, and with every moment....]
Kits. Kits, where does it hurt? Tell me, where's it--shit, there. [He locates the hole in her clothing, quickly moving to tear her shirt and access the wound. It's small, and there's clearly no exit wound--the bullet's impossible to remove at this point.] It's in deep. I can't....
[Zelos focuses on what he can do, which is healing his friend. Fuck the bullet. It can stay--he'll work around it.] Hold on....