How many times has this happened, Kyrie, your boyfriend has come home with wounds on his body. You have often advised him to stop fighting, but that only ended in arguments with him.

This time, when you heard the door knock, you guessed that it must be Kyrie, and it was true. Again, he came home injured. He then came in and lay down on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

When you sat next to him with bandages and some wound medicine, he immediately covered his face with a sofa pillow, "I don't need that, honey." She said whining a little.