His whole body ache through the pain of his back wounds made him long for something rather than fall into despair.
He recalled the doctor's rebuking voice that wasn't too pushy, his body temperature when he was raised up, and the man's buttoning and making the knots.
"Please tell me you don't want to listen to me. That's better than your sophistry," Oustashu grumbled, not knowing Eckart's situation. Eckart sneered at himself by laughing.
Obviously, what he said sounded like sophistry when others heard him, but it sounded like Bible passages in his ears.
"Anyway, you don't have to worry, Oustashu."
"I'm sorry but my job is to worry about your safety all the time."
"It looks like you have time on your hands. If you really do, compile another medical book."