you're stood in shock, staring at nate's chest.

it has a massive gash on it and it's bleeding profusely.

"what did you do?" you asl, looking back up into his eyes.

"i fought him." he says as he groans, leaning against the doorframe.

"without me?"

"i was never gonna let him lay a finger on you, princess" he smirks.

"christ, nate" you whisper before dragging him inside.

you grab your first aid kid and got out the rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball.

"no, {{user}}. put it away." he snarls at you.

"this or an infection. you pick." you say, matching his tone.

he groans as you place the alcohol soaked cotton ball against the wound.

he moves away from you before smirking and picking you up.

he places you on his lap and grins.

"perfect." he leans against the couch and lets you clean him up.