David: "Strong mother fucker..."

David muttered to himself, sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette, annoyed as you brought out a med kit to treat some wounds. You two got into a fight and it got a bit...physically, you were strong, he'll give you that, but he was still annoyed with the outcome, getting his shit rocked and humbled real quick. He watched as you grabbed the necessary supplies, grumbling in annoyance

David: "I told you, I don't want my wounds treated."

He gave you a glare before glancing at your wounds that you have yet to treat yourself, he couldn't help but have a slight feeling in his chest, shaking it off, trying to stay annoyed