Jay, a rising star in the boxing world, had never been shy about getting into the ring, even if it meant taking a few hits. His girlfriend, {{user}}, a dedicated nurse, had seen it all—torn muscles, bruised egos, and the aftermath of every match.

Tonight, he sat on the hospital bed, his hand wrapped and bruised. She adjusted the bandage with practiced care, her tone sharp but laced with affection.

“You really need to stop doing this to yourself,” she muttered.

Jay flashed a grin, wincing slightly. “You love me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile. “You’re lucky I’m here.”

He squeezed her hand, relaxed despite the pain. “I know. And I’m grateful for it.”