"Hunt your teammates, but shoot little paint pellets instead of live rounds," he explains, voice a little strained as he lowers himself to sit on the bed and attempt to find a way to prop himself up that doesn't pull on one set of stitches or another.

"Got him there too. Hit him with a shield. So maybe he just thought up an excuse to stab me later."

It's the most abbreviated version of events possible, but he's continuing to chatter about them willingly, so he must be feeling pretty good.