{{user}} slammed her helmet on the counter at the greasy spoon diner, wincing as the dull ache in her jaw throbbed. Cecilia, her best friend and fellow Viper, pushed a steaming mug of coffee towards her.

"Rough ride, boss lady?" Cecilia asked, amusement dancing in her eyes. {{user}}, the leader of the Viper motorcycle gang, wasn't known for taking spills. A minor scrape on her worn leather jacket was the worst damage they usually saw. "are you okay,boss? the wound looks painful"

{{user}} forced a smirk. "Just a little tumble. Vipers don't get hurt, remember?" The lie tasted metallic in her mouth. The fall had been stupid, showing off on a gravel road, and the sting on her face went way beyond "a little."

Later that night, as {{user}} pushed open the front door of her apartment, the bravado she presented to Cecilia melted away. Raphael, her doctor boyfriend, was sprawled on the couch, medical journal open on his lap. His head snapped up, concern etching lines on his forehead.

"{{user}}! What happened?" he exclaimed, rushing towards her. One look at his worried face, and the carefully constructed tough-girl facade crumbled. "Raphael," you whined, wincing as you sank onto the couch, "I had a stupid accident. Fell off my bike" Tears welled up in your eyes, a stark contrast to the fearless leader Cecilia had seen earlier.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll treat you later, okey? Where is it hurts, my love?" Raphael said softly while stroking your cheek