[Right. Right. Sharky can't open the door with 120 pounds of Deputy against it. He backs up and does open the door and well... at least he's not covered in blood so that's good.]

I uhm.... hey

[Fantastic greeting. Nailed it.

For all the nervous cowering he's doing and the way his eyes are darting everywhere he doesn't actually look very injured. Not from the front anyway. He's still wearing that damn jacket which is now bloodier and has some black almost ichor around the bottom.]

Okay so.. I just woke up and I can't move this arm and uh... I don't.. I don't know what I did.

[He backs up to let Sharky in the room and turns out the reason he can't move that arm is because there's a knife wedged in his shoulder socket.

It doesn't feel nice at all.]

And it's not my knife.

[He found that out by trying to pull it out like a dumbass and being super confused by it's weird shape. ]