Good? He took the bullet for me, Fitz, when I was— (behind a shield, covering his own head expecting markus to get down like he told him to, safe and watching his leader fire shots off with a hole in his side.

gritting his teeth behind lips that've sealed into a grim line, connor shakes his head against fitz's shoulder.)

Noctis is taking care of him. I was told to stand back while all of that went on. (admitted after a wet sniff and a shaky breath out, too frightened to raise his head.) Does your chest hurt very badly? I can take some of it away, but not much I'm afraid.

(maybe someone will let him help. maybe he won't feel so useless, healing instead of marking people with his bloody hands.)

Would you tell me what happened? How this happened?