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Bronco tilted his head to the side when Sugar asked him about infections. He didn't know what an infection was- he'd simply been warned against getting one, and had been told to keep any cuts he might've acquired clean. There had perhaps been a bit of exaggeration on Niamh's behalf, in a last-dith effort to get the boy to at least try to keep himself clean, as he would no longer allow her to do it for him. He shrugged, though, wanting to seem as though he really knew the answer, and was surprised that she didn't. 

"Gotta keep cuts an' stuff clean. Dirt gets in, an' it makes infucktions." He explained, keeping his mother's face in his peripheral vision. He didn't want her to interrupt. "Infucktions get worse an' worse an' then you die, 'less you clean up an' git rid of it."