[First aid. Right. That's important. While he still has adrenaline it's probably good to... Mikado glances around, he's never been here but the likeliest place to keep a first aid kit.... There. He moves towards it and lo and behold... The kit is right were he thinks it would be, behind the boxes by the futons. He drags it out one-handed, sits on a box and starts undoing his shirt, hissing as he strips it off. There's a lot of blood.]

...Nothing vital I think. I should be okay.

[He uses his shirt to press on the wound, leaning back and breathing deeply.]

Is there an exit wound?

[There isn't. You're going to have to dig a bullet out. And on top of that, you have the privilege of seeing Mikado half naked. He's not really buff but he's not scrawny any more. He's wiry and slim and his torso looks like someone tried to shove him threw a wood chipper on accident, metaphorically speaking. Too many scars, many of them ugly as hell and all of them very old.]