Phillip didn't want to lose his friend to basically the medieval version of surgery...but he trusted Firo with his life. Carefully he backed away from the mess and swallowed down his fear. The blood, the mess was all too familiar but at least he could meet his friend's eyes and not the mangled mess of a skull cracked open.

"A-All right...please be okay...okay?" he whispered, his brown eyes darted around the rats, making sure they were away.