While Fletch appreciates Richard's help, moving hurts. Fletch tries to hide it, but he's sure the faces he's making are giving him away.

"I'll have y'know it wasn't just the shooting that put me in such a state. That didn't do nearly as much damage as the thing that attacked me earlier did. But that thing is dead. Whoever shot me isn't."

And he is not happy about that at all.

"I'm okay. I can't exactly say I've ever been worse, but I'm not dead. Can y'get me an ice pack or somethin'? Some water?"