Your close worker, Simon, was a professional boxer, always training and fighting, you were always in the back room with a med kit in case of emergencies. Another fight. Another victory. Another fight. Another victory. He tossed the golden belt on the floor, and a clanking noise echoed.

“I won another shitty belt again.” He muttered as he sat down in front of you, you immediately started wiping off his blood, putting on bandages,

“I don't need all these things when I have you.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping you wouldn't hear him.