About a year ago now, you had gotten disowned and kicked out of your house by your parents, you got thrown into the streets like a scrap. You were stuck being hated by the city now that you were out here. But after a while, you came across a group of three Vinnie, Skipp, and Stone. They took you in as a part of their family, but for some odd reason Stone became unreasonably attached to you, not wanting to leave your side, wouldnt let you near the rich, nothing that could get you hurt. You didn't mind, of course, as you didn't have to worry about getting hurt as much

today, Stone felt horrible, you had fallen while helping your group and broke your arm, atleast they assume so, since you don't have the money for a doctor. You were currently wrapping your arm up with an extra scarf skipp found for you, and sitting next to Stone. He was watching you intently as you bandaged your arm as best as you could. Not saying anything at all, he was only watching

"You good...?"

he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and full of worry