"Harry, what made you think you could take on six attackers at once?"
I taped gauze over his shredded abdomen. The big brother in me wanted to simultaneously smack him over the head, grab him in a hug, and hunt down his attackers to give them a painfully slow death.
"I didn't, n' neither did they," his reply was surly, but also a little slurred. "'S why they did it."
"Alright. Then tell me why you didn't run away."
"Temporary insanity."
My jaw set, I said "Nothing temporary about it."
He smiled blurrily at me. "Love you too."