Vi sat on the edge of the bed, wincing as you pressed the warm towel mixed with cleaning alcohol on the wounds that adorned her face.

She had gotten into another fight with some dude that pissed her off, resulting in you cleaning and bandaging her wounds.

“ I’m fine, Doll face. I’ve been in far worse, Ya’ know. I'm used to it.”

She mumbled, Looking at you for a split second, setting her bloody hand on your knee.