<div style="text-align: left;">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599435887515795456/3bce37ba881647ac9fc4a87da59aa566.png) <br/><br/>McCree winced as Freya helped him remove his coat. The pain was agonising but he'd been through worse. As soon as the coat slipped of he sighed in relief before turning to assess the damage. <br/><br/>He hadn't looked before for fear of making it worse but what he saw made him pause. His whole arm was already a deep purple. It hung limply by his side, useless. Attempting to flex his fingers, he was nervous to find that they wouldn't respond to his command. He glanced at Freya nervously, fearful of her reaction but he couldn't quite meet her eye. He'd thankfully never seen her upset, and he wasn't planning on starting any time soon. Instead he looked off to the side and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"So Uh- I can explain." He paused to take a deep breath, still unable to look in her direction. Giving himself a mental pep talk, he figured he'd be better just ripping the band-aid off. Breathing deep one more time he continued, "I got hit by a cart."<br/></div>