"We have to get to the hospital," Hunter said frantically. He drove his car like a madman through the busy streets.
"I don't want to go to the hospital," Jonea replied limply in the passenger seat. "Take me home. I will treat my wound myself."
"Impossible, Jonea! Look, a lot of blood is coming out of your wound. The crippled wolf has clawed at your hand. It can get an infection if left unchecked."
"I'm fine, Hunter. If we go to the hospital, the problem will get bigger. Newshounds could cover this issue and exaggerate it. Moreover, I am only a human race."
"Then let's go to my house!" Hunter said firmly. "I have equipment for cleaning wounds and quite complete medicines."
"You think you're a doctor?" Jonea sounded defensive.
"Of course not. But I get hurt more often than you think. S
