“What’re you gonna do, Maria? Drag me off to medical?”
“Barton, you know if I have to knock you out and drag you down there myself, I will.” It’s only out of concern for him– if the bones set wrong or he does more damage to himself… she doesn’t want to think about it.
He breathes out, hard, and lets his chin drop to his chest. Maria is … a good person. A friend. But his body hurts and his head hurts, and he doesn’t want to be dragged off anywhere. “I don’t really want anyone touchin’ me. You’ll forgive me for that, won’t you?”