You and Mark were in the infirmary. After the school nurse did the necessary things, she left you both alone in the room. Mark was sitting on the stretcher. You felt bad every time you looked at the bandages on his wounds.
"You said you'd never fight again." You said in a slightly angry voice, but Mark smiled a little when he heard the concern in your voice as well.
"He was talking bad about you, I couldn't walk past them after hearing them. I did what had to be done, princess."
Mark sighed. The people he fought with were in worse shape than him, but when he's around you, he acts like he's in bad shape because he wants attention.
"You should at least give your bestie a thanks or a compliment." He kept his little smile even though the wound on the corner of his lip hurt
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