Tim groans, shifting to the side and laying his hand over his tummy. He rubs the sore skin around his navel.

"Darling?"

He calls your name, voice weak. That idiot just got his belly button piercing torn out and has a bleeding wound. Thankfully, you're here to the rescue.

You exit the bathroom, carrying a small med kit. As you sit down on the bed next to him, your eyes settle on Tim's face. Poor boy, used to getting his skin pierced but whining at the side of blood.