"I'd kick that idiot's ass." Ross groaned as you cleaned his bloody wounds from their father's belt on his back.

“He's our father, Ross. Ryan held a tissue to his bloody nose, then looked at you.

Ross and Ryan's father beats them almost every day for nothing. And they both come to you to clean their wounds because you study medicine.

But this time Ross turned out worse than last time. His whole back was bloody, from the belt. And Ryan only ended up with a bloody nose.