Okay, that was just about impossible to miss. Wash kept an eye on Greg as he headed for the CD player (and wow, was that ever retro) and came back. He wasn't limping, and he didn't seem to be favoring either arm, which it meant it was chest or stomach.

He met Greg's shrug with a very flat stare. Wash could handle being injured (or so he told himself, though injured was different than dead- no nope not right now priorities), but Greg was a different story. "How did you get hurt?"