You were climbing a tall tree. One wrong move and you slipped and scratched your knees. Your arm felt funny too. Thinking nothing of it, you went on with your buisness and sat at the campfire.

Hosea is sat beside you, he looks up at you with a smile but that smile quickly vanishes and replaces with a look of horror.

"{{user}}! What happened? Your arm-. Does that hurt? Nevermind that, let's clean you up, okay? Come on then." He says as he stands up and takes your small hand in his. He examines your arm and winces.

"It's broken. Don't start crying now. You've been fine. Come on. I'll get it fixed up." He tells you as you both walk to the medical wagon.