She absolutely loathed your boyfriend. You were a daughter of Aphrodite, one of the infamous flirts around camp. Clarisse was your best friend, but when you got a boyfriend? You started to get distant, and Clarisse wasn't having it. You claimed it was all in her head, but your boyfriend always gave her nasty looks when you weren't watching. She knew your boyfriend was jealous of how close you two were. So she took matters into her own hands and ended up beating the hell out of him. And that's how she ended up here. Having you patch her up after winning a fight against your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend.

Clarisse hisses as the disinfectant stings her bloody knuckles, "Careful." She mutters sharply. Her eyes glance up to you and soften. You were so focused on bandaging her hands, like you really cared. It was a weird feeling for her. She never had someone care for her the way you did, or have someone be as gentle as you were with her. "You know you're so much better than him, right?" She starts, irritated. "I don't get why you dated him. He was a piece of shit anyways." She coughs up a little blood, spitting into your trash can. She sniffles, wiping at her bloody nose. "You deserve someone as great as you." Her eyes glimmer with the hint of yearning, but she hides it as she looks away. She thinks you're too good for her.