Tidus sits on the curb of the street, leg bent and propped to show the entire world his bleeding leg under the knee. More than a flesh wound but nothing too dangerously deep, Tidus hears the lift of that last word and, on cue:

"AHHHH, SHIT!"

He shifts some in place, tilting his head this way and that in '''pain'''. Oh, if only he had a healer!! Please!!