Well chosen... “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.” and “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” Now, maybe both of these scenes contain wounds that should be shown to a doctor, but in only one case is there a character who is willing to say it.
Also, I'm working on the other prompt. It feels like a Murderbot thing, but... it's demonstrably not bulletproof
Clint blinked at her like trying to figure out what he was looking at.
"I said," Kate said delicately, "your stitches are broken and you're bleeding on the counter."
Clint kept blinking stupidly and started mouthing the word stitches.
Kate gave up on delicate. Reaching over, she jabbed him in the side and said, "Move the fuck over, dumbass."
He obediently toppled over all the way onto the floor. "Ow."
"I'm not sorry," she informed him. "Get those fixed."
"Noooooo, coffee," groaned the pathetic pile on the floor. "Coffee first. I'd kill for a coffee, literally."
"That'd mean getting up," Kate cheerfully informed him.
Ibex huffed, breathing out the pain and pasting on an approximation of a smug grin. "You're not being very sympathetic to me."
Cass didn't even look up from the plasma burn they were smearing something onto. "I'm not going to be symptomatic until you go to a doctor."
"Don't you count, my dear?" Ibex leaned his head back, feeling his grin stretch into more of a grimace as he clenched his teeth.
"I'm a medic, Ibex," they spoke in a distracted mutter, "I never actually got a degree."
"In that case, get off of me."
"I'd fucking love to, if you'd go to a damn doctor about it."
Ibex stared up at the ceiling. "No. No, this is fine."