“Look, the way I see it, you’ve got two choices, kid.” Gloved hands reached over to take hold of his leg and yank the torn fabric away from the large wound, giving him a piercing stare straight in his eyes. This was no time to joke around or be stubborn. An injury of this size, if left untended, was bound to worsen and impact his health. She could have ignored him, but as if Sora would do that.
“You can either be stubborn and bleed all over the place and pass out before you get anywhere, or you can let me take care of this in one go and you can be on your merry way doing whatever it is you do best. The choice is yours.” And if it’s the stupid choice he makes she’ll opt to ignore it.