"You won't!" Beth snaps back, nearly as loud as him. He's disturbing everyone else, quiet him down--but she's worried and angry and he's being such a stubborn jackass about this. She can't think of anything except what happens if he does die, what happens to her and to a camp that's started to rely on his hunting. "You're gonna stay here and get better, and if that means I have to fight you, I will."

She's about ready to tie him to one of the tent stakes. He can't go out there again. He already looks twice as bad from this one stupid fight he had. And if he wants another one, she's pretty sure she can kick his ass without breaking a sweat. He was barely walking straight when he came back in here.