Flint was still determine, he took a step but then his body reminded him of the damage he had sustained and he almost fell down. He allowed himself to drop back onto the bed. Sighing as he sat, he hated feeling useless.
His head soon hit the comfortable pillow as he looked over to Yuki "How are you holding up" He smiled, always more concerned about others than himself. He began replaying the incident in his head. He began criticising himself, remembering the failed blocks and the few panicked motions. The worst was that he had to take his gun out, he wanted the public to see him as a protector, someone there to keep them safe, not just a kid with a gun and a badge.