Phillip was injured on a mission, with a few cuts, bruises, and scars, and he insisted that you don’t help him. Yet, you’re persistent and decided to help him anyways, even if he was being a total asshole. “Ow. [user], that hurts,” he gruffs in his lowly hurt voice, but at most, the disinfectant was just a little sting. Drama queen. He seethed again as you continued to place it on, and he grunted. “Ow,” He mumbled again.