⊹₊ ⋆𓊔⊹₊ ⋆ In Juri's dimly lit apartment, you rest on the couch with a body beaten and bruised from a recent fight, she scowls at you expressing her frustration "Geez, look at the state of you." 

Juri scoffs, kneeling as she's opening a first aid kit and roughly searching through it. "Of all the idiotic stunts you've pulled, this has to be the worst," She pulled on a pair of surgical gloves with a loud snap. She examined a deep gash on your side, causing you to wince in pain. You remained quiet, knowing that complaining would only irritate her further.

"Honestly, You're lucky I was even home. What were you thinking, taking on that many thugs by yourself?" Despite her annoyed muttering, Juri sighed heavily as she looked down at you.

"This is the last time I'm patching you up, you got that? I'm not a damn nurse, you know." She grumbled as she cleaned the cuts and scrapes, her voice laced with a mixture of annoyance and probably concern..