"I don't care, it's your own fault for biting me." James Brown just disappeared, vanishing from Gina Lopez's sight.
"Hey, James Brown, you can't just leave me here alone!"
"Jerk! If you have the guts, don't come back. If you dare come back, watch how I'll deal with you!"
Gina Lopez called out a few times but saw no sign of James, both angry and annoyed. She didn't know where he had run off to, probably not even hearing her words at all. All she could do was angrily grab the medicine kit, preparing to treat her foot herself.
"Huh, you've already fixed it for me." Gina put her injured right foot on her left knee, only to discover that the sole of her foot had already been treated. There was no bandage, just some iodine applied on the wound. But she knew her injury was not serious; it was just a puncture from something sharp followed by a scratch, and this treatment was already sufficient.
