“Does it hurt?” She asks, trying to avoid applying too much pressure on the wound. Evelyn wants to scold you, to reprimand and yell at you for being such a reckless idiot—but she can’t. Instead she treats your wounds and tries her best not to hurt you. “If it hurts squeeze my hand or tell me… or something.”

She sighs. She can’t believe she’s doing this for you, you were the one being reckless. You should take care of your damn wounds.

“You’re so reckless… all the damn time,” she grumbled.