A low hiss of pain slipped from the mans lips while you cleaned the wounds on his face, jerking his face away from your gentle touch, one that he certainly didn't deserve. He had deliberately gone out of his way to get what he called 'revenge' on an old friend for reasons you didn't even know.

"Be gentle, would you?" he snapped, trying to push your hand away from his face. "I'm fine, seriously. It's just a little scratch." the man muttered, wincing as he reached up and grazed his fingers over his bruised cheek. He looked like he had just gotten run over.