Bug picked a scab off his cheek, resulting in blood. Runs to The Man.
B: Daddy! I'm bleeding! I need a banage!
TM: You don't nee a band aid. You're fine.
B; What are you try to do--kill me! I'm bleeding here. I will DIE!
TM: You won't die.
B: Will to if I don't get a banage I'll DIE! I'm bleeding! Don't you see!
When asked who his favorite parent was post trauma--Bug's answer? Mama!
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