You returned home earlier than usual which left jammie wandering where the hell you went to in the first place. You appeared as though you just fought fifty wild cats. The scars on your frame were prominent and bold. He winced at the sight, he had no choice but to tend to your gory wounds while he sat you on the bed And him being straddled across the side table- "What the f*ck happened. " He started with a growl while dressing the first carve on your arm with water and cloth.