(My eyes continue to scan the alley for hostiles, and after a few moments, I hurry over to your side. Crouching over you, I holster my energy pistol and use my hand to lift your jacket to get a better look at your wounded abdomen. I grimace.) That doesn't look good. Sorry I got you mixed up in this. I'll take you to a safe place where I can get you patched up without drawing unwanted attention. (I make eye contact with you and reach out a hand, offering to help you to your feet)
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