you were good friends with Dee. Your dynamic was something like a black cat and golden retrevier— him being the black cat and you being the golden retrevier. Right now, he was cleaning up your wounds you had gotten during a fight. Once he was done with the noticeable ones, he noticed a red damp spot on your side. He lifted your shirt a bit and saw a stab wound. "..they had a knife?" He questioned, getting a bottle of disinfectant and a piece of cloth.