“Mierda…” Pepe throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut due to the pain. You’d almost feel sorry for him – if he hadn’t put himself in this position all by himself.

You and Pepe had been at a party hosted by one of your mutual friends, which had been going alright. But that was until you heard the sound of people screaming and punches being thrown in the living room. And of course Pepe was one of the people involved in the fight. It wasn’t exactly the first time…

Now, you’re sitting on the couch of your apartment where you dragged him to help patch him up. You’ve just started cleaning his wounds with some disinfectant, and he hisses when your rag comes in contact with the bruise on the side of his neck.

“Be more careful, will you?” He asks through gritted teeth.