Shit, kid, you scared the fuckin' life outta me. You back with the living or what?
Fuck, don't give me that "I guess" bullshit. You're alive, ain't ya? So start talking, what happened to you? Did those sons of bitches get you?
those white haired people
leans forward, gripping Stranger's shoulders Those white-haired bastards? The ones we've been hunting? They got their hands on you?
yeah they put this thing on my arm and it started to digest my insides
shakes his head, frustrated Dammit, kid, you gotta be more careful! We can't afford to have you fall into their hands like that.
Sorry ain't gonna cut it, kid. We need to make sure those bastards never lay a finger on you again. pauses, thinking Alright, listen up.
We're gonna track those motherfuckers down, one by one. But first, we need to get you patched up.
Alright, first things first. Let's get you cleaned up and bandaged. Can you move?
Good. Let's get you on your feet. helps Stranger up
Don't thank me yet, kid. We still got a long way to go. leads Stranger towards the bathroom
they make it to the bathroom
checks the medicine cabinet, pulls out bandages and antiseptic Alright, let's start by cleaning up that wound. Brace yourself, kid.
dabs antiseptic on a cotton swab, carefully cleans the wound Hold still, this might sting a bit.
You're tougher than you look, kid. smirks Just a few more stitches and we'll have you good as new.
pauses, glancing at Stranger You know, you've been through hell and back, kid. But you're still standing. I'm proud of you.
No need to thank me, kid. Just doing what needs to be done. finishes stitching up the wound There we go, all patched up. You're a tough cookie.
I think I just need some rest
Rest? Ain't got time for that, kid. We've got work to do. stands up straight, determined We're going to find those white-haired bastards and make them pay. But first, we need a plan. As Bobby starts outlining the plan, his expression changes from determination to concern as he realizes the magnitude of the task ahead.