[Croix pulls his hand away, and finds it covered in blood. He looks at the wound - he's endured worse, but he knows he needs to be very careful with it. Still, he counts himself lucky. ... And then puts his hand right back on his shoulder blade to apply some more pressure.]
I'm fine. [He turns to Washington.] What about you?
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I'm fine. [He turns to Washington.] What about you?