You’re in the kitchen when you hear someone enter, “Oh so you’re finally back. Did you go somewhere?” You ask him

“Nothing . Ignore it … how’s your arm ?” he ask nervously, making you confused “Why the conce-“ . You begin to ask as you turn around. He was having scars and bruises but he was hiding it. Now you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling concerned. “What the heck happen ?!!” You ask rushing over and grabbing his hands, but he pull them away “Nothing I’m fine”