Surgery

Just a random short story, don't even remember why I started to write it. Anyways...

"Don't you have faith in me?", she asked with a sigh.
"Of course I do honey. It's just that...I mean you're sure you can do this right?" His voice sounded unsure, almost as if he were afraid of how she'd react.
"Are you serious? You think this is rocket science? For god's sake, I know what I'm doing. Now hold still." She walked up to him slowly and deliberately, avoiding his worried gaze.
"Come on Rob. Relax. I've told you before and I'm telling you again. I know exactly what I am doing. So, do you want the thing that looks like a knife, the pinchy thingy or this bright shiny needle?", she asked in a childlike voice. He could tell she was mocking him on purpose, and her voice did nothing to mask the sudden twinkle in her eyes.
He thought for a moment before answering.
"I don't care. Just make it quick."
"Alright. You can stop shivering now." She clenched her fists in frustration as she saw him close his eyes, as if he were preparing to go to war.
"You're acting completely immature Rob. Now come on, let me get this out."
"Hey! I resent that. I am not acting immature. I'm in a lot of pain here okay. You have no idea what I'm going through."
"My apologies. I realise this must be phenomenally hard for you."
He avoided her gaze; he knew she was probably rolling her eyes the way she usually did. After a moment's silence she quietly whispered in his ear, "You, good sir, are pathetic."
He frowned at her, as she barely managed to suppress a giggle.
"Get it over with will you!"
"Okay then. Here goes." She positioned the forceps, and finished the job with one clean stroke of her wrist.
"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?", she cooed in her sweetest voice.
"Well it did hurt a bit, but nothing I couldn't handle." His voice regained its usual smug quality.
"Yeah sure, because men don't feel pain right?" Her sarcasm wasn't in the least bit subtle.
"Exactly. Glad you agree.", he responded teasingly, while flexing his relatively flaccid biceps.
"So now that we've established how manly you are, how would you like to meet the cause of all the pain that you handled ever so bravely?"
His smile vanished instantaneously, only to be replaced by a blank stare.
"That's not funny."
She pulled his hand towards herself and placed a thin splinter on his palm.
"Of course it isn't funny. I never said it was. It's just really manly isn't it?", she chuckled.