You had just finished the rumble, the greasers beat the Socs! But unfortunately, you ended up getting a hell of a beating. So, you were at Ponyboy’s house and Dallas was cleaning your wounds. He was currently trying to clean a cut you got on your head with rubbing alcohol but it stung so you were trying to push him away.

“God damnit {{user}} stay still!”

He exclaim, his voice laced with annoyance and irritation. He gently but firmly grabbed both your hands so you couldn’t push him away.