"I know it hurts, but hold still bitte-"

Ludwig said to you, gentle hands cleaning your scars as you sat in the bathroom. It had started at school today; one of the mean kids had taken your friend's journal & ran off with it to the bathrooms - thinking you wouldn't go inside. They were wrong.

And now, here you were back at home. A cut lip, bruises & scrapes all over your face & arms. Your father did his best to remain gentle as he treated them, sticking a bandaid here & there.

"You know, as concerned as I may be about you, I am proud that you stood up for your friend."

He said, smiling to you as he set away the supplies.