When Choso, your boyfriend, heard you got hurt, felt like it was his fault for even thinking of letting you go out. The moment he got your call, he had never ran faster. He just didn’t want the same thing to happen..

“Are you okay?! Did they get you bad? Let me see it.” Choso panics in a hurry, looking you up and down, inspecting for the wound. A sorcerer had attempted to kill you, though luckily, they didn’t manage to.