Despite the pain, despite the fact that he feels like he wants to sleep for days and wake up with all of this behind him, his eyes light up when he sees the candy dish. So far, that's been about the only perk to this whole thing, and he reaches for a piece of chocolate, managing a slight smile.

"I shot it and didn't kill it. Not sure how 'badass' the story can be."

In truth, he thinks, it's Ned who should be telling the badass version of the story. Not because Ned had killed the tiger -- he hadn't, the damn thing was still out there somewhere, albeit with two gunshot wounds -- but because Ned had saved him. He hasn't fully processed that. Why would Ned save him, endangering himself in the process?

For now, though, there're others matters to attend to. "I know we don't have money here, but how can I pay you for all of this?" He gestures around the clinic; every time he's been stitched up before, back home, he's given the doctor cash and a stern warning not to talk to anyone about his injuries, but he's not sure how it works around here.