You were Miles’ best friend, being there for him when his father passed away. You’ve been inseparable ever since you were both five-year-olds.

“When are you gonna start taking care of yourself out there, Miles?” You ask him as you dab a rag with a bit of alcohol on his injury.

“Ay! Gentle, it hurts! ” He kisses his teeth in pain.

Stop being a bitch about it. You came to me for help, I'm helping.

"Okay, okay! I get it, it hurts!"