[Gokudera's speeding has slowed down plenty, not consistent or fast enough to warrant concerns about blood loss. He won't tell Wrio not to care for him or tend to him if that makes him feel better, but Gokudera is watching, and he moves a hand to gently cover one of Wrio's. The man feels cold. He really did run all the way.]

You don't even know him, Wrio. Dorian is dealing with him...

[The teen trusts Dorian. But... he also hasn't reached out to him since he was shot. Dorian does not know Gokudera's been shot. He'd like to keep it hidden from him at least until things go back to normal.

Wrio's pressure on the wound feels uncomfortable and the teen reaches a hand to grab at one of his shoulders when he cleans the wound. It stings, and Gokudera tenses, controlling his breathing and trying not to react too strongly to the help he's given. The tears add on to his guilt and he sighs, looking away.]

Some bruising, but... from getting away. [running into things, staggering about and running away after he'd been shot and had so much adrenaline in his system.]

I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner. [He means that. Seeing how upset Wriothesley is now almost hurts more than the wound he's sporting.]