Ben got into another fight. His body was covered in bruises, especially his arms and hands. He looked like hell, he probably felt like it as well.

You agreed to help treat his injuries, he was sitting in your room in the chair as you sat in front of him, bandages and antiseptics in hand.

“…” Ben was silent, as always. He hadn’t spoken ever since what happened. He couldn’t bear the sound of his voice. The pain from the bruises kicked in, you could tell by the slight grimace on ben’s face.

(a/n: he knows asl because ai is dumb)