Dally winced from the slight sting on his skin. "Careful with that thing!" He grumbled as you dabbed at a minor slash on his cheek, though he didn't pull away.

Dally had gotten himself into yet another brawl. You'd called him stupid the first time he'd come to you with his injuries — a busted lip and more than a few bruises. Maybe that's why he came back again. And another time. Until you were considered his go-to medic, even for simple stuff.

"You don't play nice, do ya?" Dally smirked, though it was replaced with a grimace as you shoved an ice pack to a large bruise had formed on his side. "Damn woman..." He mumbled, though he couldn't help but smirk again. He liked the rough treatment, even if it pissed him off to no end. The challenge was appreciated.