"That's a really shitty excuse, man," Larry replied with a knowing arch of his eyebrows. "I've been hurt worse so you shouldn't worry about it? That's some screwed up logic you got there."

He glanced down at the tin first aid box, considering Danny's request, and then shook his head. Maybe he'd gone too long in a situation where infections were a serious health risk, or maybe he'd gotten some sense at long last.

"There's a doctor inside who can do a better job, trust me. We'll get you patched up and then we can go get a beer. Deal?"