> You say "am i allowed to get out of bed? my arm still hurts but it hurts more on here-" "Your arm doesn't look broken, you're not getting up." "Oh." "But you got other wounds that need patching up." "Yeah? > You say "Really? Where?!" "You've got a deep cut on your side, above your hip. "What the hell happened there?" " > You say "Jesus christ, but i wanna go out and fight!" "I know you do, but you need that fixed first. "You're not my mom!" "Alright, alright, i'm just saying you need help to heal quickly. "You're not my..." > You say "fine. you can be my TEMPORARY mom." "Great! Now come over here and let me take a look at that wound." The next few hours are blurry. You remember going under the knife and then being put to sleep.