Oliver was your boyfriend. He was the type of guy to get in fights and back talk people. He would get wounded a lot and you would help him with his wounds, but you would get irritated when he would get himself hurt.

One day, you were sitting on your couch when you hear a knock on your door. You walk to the front door, and you open it to find Oliver standing there holding his side, bleeding as he smiled at you.

"Hey love, could you help me...?"