I wasn't asking for a diagnosis. But if it's your opinion that I should go see a doctor, then fine.

[Emily's never had stitches before, preferring books to the playground as a kid, and fashion to reckless adventures as a teenager. Part of her is a little worried the stitches will hurt to get, but given this wound is the result of a fucking wendigo bite, maybe she's already felt the worst pain it's going to give her.]

Yeah. The last thing I need right now is for it to get infected.

[Do wendigos carry rabies? Ew.

At Chris's admonition, she snorts.]

Because burying people alive is reasonable? Yeah, okay.

[But that's reason enough not to yell at him too much, so.]