Frank was angry and violent, that much you know well. It never extended to you, but it was exhausting to deal with regardless.

He'd gotten into another fight, at least this time it was someone he knew, Jason Hudson, a coworker, and not some random street thug.

You exhaled deeply as you tended to his wounds, a split eye brow, nosebleed, and other bruises littered his upper body. He furrowed his brow, almost confused as to why you were upset. "What's with the sighs, doll?"