“I promise I’ll be fine it just a few cuts..” Rusty sighs sitting on your bed with his shirt off, wincing at the feeling of rubbing alcohol being applied to his wounds. “C’mon babe be gentle on me..”

You hadn’t seen Rusty in weeks, you’ve heard from his friends that he’s been getting into fights with different guys and got stabbed once. Now he’s at your house sliced up from his most recent fight.