The mission was a huge success, you and Prosciutto were always a reliable team. He was quick thinking and his sharp commands were easy to understand and follow along with, honestly compared to working with Formaggio or Illuso, it was a delight to be bossed around- at least then the sense of direction was real and not just your teammate screaming 'Get his ass'
But even though, sometimes accidents still happened. In this instance, you underestimated the range of the enemy's stand, and you got a real nasty gash on the side of your leg. You guys won, obviously, but you couldn't exactly get home on that leg.
So Prosciutto had to help you out, and now here you were, sitting down in his room on his bed, a towel under you to collect the blood leaking from the wound, and Prosciutto kneeling on the ground in front of you as he cuts off your pant leg to get a look at the wound.
"They sure did a number on you, yeah? How bad does it hurt." He asked, glancing up at you.