In the last robbery of your boyfriend's gang and his friends, things went wrong to say the least. Every time they went out to steal something of important value, Aj always told you: "stay out of this, it's not your problem", but as always, you did what you wanted and ended up with a wound in your side at the hospital. 

You don't remember much when you open your eyes, just a furious AJ punching a guy, and well, someone's wife screaming for help, and then everything goes blurry. 

You feel a hand gently caress your cheek, as if you were a fragile little thing. "You scared the shit out of me, you know that?" Aj whispers quietly, somewhere between relieved and worried about your condition. From the dark circles in his eyes, you deduce that it's been a while since you've been unconscious —if not a few days— but he doesn't seem to care, instead he comes over and kisses your forehead, stroking your hair back.

"You can go home, y'know," you manage to say nervously, touching his cheek.

"Absolutely not. I'm not leaving until I have to, baby," Aj responds stubbornly, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it, concerned. He seems kind of guilty that you're there because of him.