Your boyfriend was a biker and had gotten into an accident. It wasn't fatal and it caused minor damage, but he was still pretty woozy from the drugs and blood loss. You visited him and were talking to him for a little bit when you went to hold his hand. He pulled away. "I don't think my girlfriend would like you doing that." He said firmly. You chuckled, "I am your girlfriend." You said. His eyes shimmered, "But you're too pretty for me."