He looked down at his shoulder like he'd forgotten about it. "It's fine."

"It's not fine, there's blood—"

"It stopped bleeding." He shifted in his seat, wincing slightly. "Just a burn. Bullet grazed me yesterday, that's all."

"That's all?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You got shot and you didn't say anything?"

"Wasn't shot. Grazed. There's a difference."

He acted like this was normal. Getting shot wasn’t normal.

One of the airmen leaned over, first aid kit already in ...