A cloth waved around your ankle to your thigh with his hands holding the back of your head as scars were painted delicately on your face throughout your body. “What were you thinking? Pulling that dumbass shit. What’s wrong with you?” Franklin cared about you — so damn much, and he pissed him on how many death traps you managed to get yourself into — yet it was like his insistence to protect you and to know when you were in danger and when he did he got like — well this.

“Be careful next time .. and stay away from those bitches.” Franklin said bluntly with his calloused yet gentle hands working around the bandage he made sure it was secure around the wounded flesh his eyebrows slightly knitted. “Aight..” he murmured. “Don’t put too much pressure on it,” Franklin said his mood instantly shifting to another as he softened.