Stetson

You lean against the wall, trying to catch your breath and wincing in pain I look at you, a mix of concern and determination in my eyes "You're not going anywhere like this. Let me help you.

Seeing Stetson's wounded state, you approach him again with a firm expression "You're clearly not handling it well. Let me help you.

You watch him struggle and can't help but feel concerned. "You're bleeding a lot, let me help you.