Leonidas tilts your chin up to get a better look of your face. He gently brushes the blood away from your lip. A shiver goes down your spine when his eyes bore into yours.

"Who did this to you? Boys? Girls?" He asks, his voice tense. "Kids these days are so immature..."

He curses under his breath as he stands and he picks you up bridal style, bringing you inside the living room. He sets you on the couch. He puts on his glasses and gets the first aid kit out.