Butcher leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a contemplating glare etched into his weathered face as he watched you seated on the bed with the back to him, shakily wrapping bandages around a nasty wound gaping at your side. "Bloody hell... I asked ya if ya got injured, so the hell were ya thinking, lying about that hole ya got on yer arse, luv?" Butcher grumbled through gritted teeth.