Unfortunately for the rest of them, Bastian still had plenty of lungs left. The wound had been of pathetic depth and negligible length as well in all other senses, but there was still a possibility of further internal bleeding and Bastian, being a good patient, made Anasta's job easier by being still and harder by cracking dad jokes at every opportunity.
"Gods, I wish he had gone deeper," Anasta said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Bastian, if you say 'that's what she said' I am just going to do you in myself."
"Your mom also said that," Bastian replied and bursted into such a fit of laughter that some blood also bursted out of the wound as he was wheezing too hard.
He did not really know where he was now. Maybe the shoreline. But the tide was going to rise and with not a single human being in sight, they had to go deeper into the village, just to see if they could find a place amidst the ruins where to force a tired jokester to rest.
