“What happened to your face?” You get up from bed as he steps into the motel room.

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.” He mumbles, brushing your concern away.

“Just let me take a look.” You insist and make him sit on the edge of the bed. You grab a cloth and wet it first before you gently start wiping the blood off his wound, revealing the fresh cut on his cheek.

“Hunt didn’t go as you planned?” You ask softly, taking his chin between your fingers to tilt his head to the side. Just to get a better look at his wound.

“You could say that.” He sighs.