"Merde..." Emy whimpered as Charles cleaned the wound beneath her collarbone.

He sighed and kept patching me up, it was the 3rd time this week she has woken him up in the middle of the night because she got into a fight.

He looked up at her half closed eyes, and her wounded face.

"Did you at least win this time?" He asked while searching around your bathroom for a bandaid.

A small chuckle escaped her lips and she nodded. "Yeah..."