What a sight to behold if anyone was to walk in now, but if they were, they should come over and help Tidus hold this idiot in place, if Tidus were to have any thought or say on theoretical situations.

"Would you stop speaking like you know how okay or not okay I am?" Tidus is glaring at Roland from his place, hands turned inward, aggravation in his throat. "I'm fine. I can heal! I'm tired, doesn't mean I'm gonna kill myself dishing out some heals! I'm not gonna listen to the guy who just sat there with a bleeding leg saying he was okay!"

He gestures with a nudge of his head to the offending limb, but that isn't enough said for Tidus. He should just get down to this and patch Roland up, but his annoyance is a thing being chewed between his teeth.

"What's your problem? What do you think you're doing? You think you matter less than me or something? If it's so small, then why not let me fix it up, huh?"

This is bullshit, a whole lot of bullshit, and he doesn't care if he leave this exchange on a sour note. It'll at least be with that leg fixed up before the end of it.