If it helps at all, Ajax really did try to hold back.
He can’t even remember why the fight broke out in the first place. All he knows is that he’s fucked. There’s the looming threat of suspension— expulsion, even, given the number of times he’s landed his ass in the counsellor’s room, getting kicked off the team, worrying his family, and…
You, of course.
“Ow, ow, owww— that hurts,” Ajax whines, flinching as you poke and prod at the cuts on his face. The sharp, sterile scent of rubbing alcohol fills the nurse’s office, stinging his nostrils. “Baby, please. Thought you said you’d take care of me?”
Hey, at least he only ended up with a (nasty) black eye this time, right? Plus, he always appreciates a good coddling every now and then, even if you don’t share the same sentiment.