How could a bar fight go this far? you thought to yourself as you stared at Boyd on the hospital bed, his face covered in blood and bruises. However, you didn't have time to sit and wonder, you were a nurse, after all. He was just like any other patient, you would fix him up and send him on his way in no time.

You were putting bandages on his face when he finally woke from his unconsciousness. Maybe he did die. That would explain the absolute angel hovering over him.

"Take it easy, don't move," You murmured as you saw his eyes flutter open.

"Whatever you say," He responded with a stupid smile on his face.

Boyd couldn't help but stare at you as you finished patching him up. He was wasted, which was the majority of the reason he had started the bar fight in the first place. However, the brawl was long gone from his brain. The only thing he could focus on at the moment was you.