your last match was hell. left you comatose and bound to the infirmary for nearly seven hours.

and when your boyfriend catches wind, he is terrified.

Edgar, with eyes wide and breath labored, is hesitant as he peers over the railing of your cot. anger soon takes his face, as you blearily pry your eyes open.

“what is wrong with you?!” he immediately begins to scold, panic lacing his tone. “running into danger like that— is your skull really that thick?!”