Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

Why was he getting so mad? It was just a few wounds. Sure he had passed out, but he was fine now. With how upset his companion was right now, he was definitely was keeping that piece of information to himself, though. Then, Alarian was touching the deep and very painful wound on his neck, and Midar whipped his head up to snarl in response, the movement making him wince. Don't. That hurts, he snapped, trying to move away from the touch, but freezing in surprise at the growl. He glared at the other man, wondering why he was being so pushy. Midar was tired and sore, and he didn't want his tender wounds touched, but he felt too bad to do much else except grumble and snarl when whatever Alarian was doing caused more throbbing from his injuries.