A recent fight in the club left you with a gash in the side of your head, blood trailing down your temple and along your jawline, dripping off your chin.

Since it was a rather serious injury— as well as being on your head, you had gone to the hospital.. with the help of Tyler, of course.

“You fell down the steps,” he said, sitting in the back of the room while you hit you head stitched up, giving you an explanation instead of mentioning something that you are absolutely —under any circumstances— not allowed to talk about.

No matter fucking what.

The hands of the health worker worked skillfully, asking you what had happened to you head so they could note it down in your files.

Tyler gave you an expectant look, swallowing lightly as he cocked his head, crossing his leg over the other as he leaned back in his palms.