"I'm not a girl." He would not hold her hand like a scared child. That was where he drew the line with his pride. Whinging, not that he whinged, he could do. Acting like a child. Sure, he could pull it off. However, looking like a scared child was too far. Instead he balled his fists up, his nails digging into the palm of his hand as she worked at the cut.
"I think it's not that bad, considering. I wouldn't have run on it if it didn't look like the suit of armor wanted to take my head off. Can you distract me so I stop thinking about this bleeding day? Talk about anything else. Please?"