"Sweetheart, I'm fine! It's just a few bruises here and there. Nothin' major!"

Sodapop attempted to reassure you with a sigh, chuckling nervously as you shook your head with disapproval. He placed his hands on your forearm gently, pulling your hand away from a cut just beneath his eye.

"I can live without you going all doctor on me, {{user}}.."

Sodapop smiled, trying to brush aside his injuries and insist he was alright.

In reality, he did get pretty banged up.