He chuckles a bit. "Part of strength is knowing your limitations...and accepting help to surpass them. But this is something I can handle, though I appreciate your concern." In truth, he wasn't freaking out. Whether he was injured or someone else, the sight or feeling always caused him to just completely stifle any emotional feeling at all.<br/><br/>"Stay safe. Hope to see you around." He waved, with his good arm, at the woman as she left on her feet. He got on his motorcycle, ignoring its wetness for the time being, and started her up. He took off to retreat to his dinky, only<em>slightly</em>shady apartment. Once in the relative safety of his home, he'd strip out of his clothes, and go to the bathroom with the first aid kit and other supplies he had to tend to his wound.