"I'm not doing it."
"Yes, you are."
"I'd rather you stab me with this puny scalpel!" Milo shouted, picking up the pathetic tool from the first aid box.
"Don't be a baby, you damn baby," Lina calmly said to him.
Milo was going to whine like a big baby all he wanted to. "I'm the youngest!"
"And I'm someone that doesn't care." Lina pointed a finger towards her husband. "Look," she turned serious. "Kaden is willing to bandage your knuckles. You're going to reciprocate the act and bandage his split lip."
"Is this the stop-fighting-t-shirt, but an even worse version?" Milo demanded. He remembered when they were children and would get into fights, their parents would shove them into a tiny t-shirt, so their bodies were forced to be in the proximity. The only way they could be relieved of the pressure was through a forced hug.
"No, this is the adult version." Lina shook her finger in the direction of her husband. "Couch. Now."
