Once Nathan was done eating, he pulled Crystal into his arms and gave her a giant hug. He seemed happy, but when he squeezed her, he flinched, and Crystal asked him, “Are you in pain?”

“It’s my chest,” he replied. “My wound opened when you were carrying me. It is your fault, so you should be the one to fix me up.”

Crystal leaned back, looked at his chest, and said, “It doesn’t look too bad. I will take care of it later.”

Nathan gave Crystal a dirty look and said, “Do it ...