Just taking a shirt off when your muscles are torn that badly seems ridiculous to her. She wouldn't ask him to put himself through even more pain. Except, well, he doesn't seem to be feeling pain? Which is not actually a good thing. "You don't feel it?" The fear in her voice is pretty obvious. It's clear as day in her eyes, too. She's not good at hiding what she's really feeling, not when it actually matters, especially not since she stopped suppressing all the parts of herself that didn't fit into the person she'd been raised to be. She's scared, and it's very apparent.

Cho scans the medical supplies quickly, picking up a large cotton swab, and she presses carefully near the edge of one of the punctures. "Do you feel that?"