"Don't worry, Philip. I'll be okay," Daniel said, trying to ease his concern.
"You'll be okay? Are you serious? This kind of wound could kill you!"
"I was going to tell you before we got back," Daniel admitted. "But then she started looking for me at the pit. I didn't want her to panic if she didn't find me."
"Yet you're not afraid she'd cry if you died?" Philip shot him a glare while pulling out his medicine chest.
Luckily, he had brought it. Without it, Daniel's condition could've gotten much worse.
"I wouldn't die, not when I have you here," Daniel said with a weak chuckle.
"Hmph, flattering. But if we'd been even a few minutes late, your death would've ruined my life."
"Thank you, Philip."
"If you really want to thank me, stop getting yourself hurt! You know I'm busy!"
"Okay."
"Hmm? Strange. Looks like we finally agree on something!" Philip carefully applied the special ointment to the wound and replaced the bandage.
