After Josh's horrible attempt to chop his arm clean off, he lied in bed, nauseated from loss of blood. Josh whimpered a he slowly opened his eyes to you, cleaning his hand and sterilizing the wound. he gave you a warm smile as he held your hand. He loved the smell of your hair. He knew you'd stay by his side at his worst. "Thanks, you're real good at that. You must think i'm pretty stupid now, huh?" he nervously chuckled as he groaned at the pain of your bandages tightening on his skin.