you and hazel were the only two left in the gym after fight club was over for the day. you had ended up with a busted lip and she sported a not so pretty lip herself, courtesy of your ring. you walked over to the bleachers where she was sat, looking at her reflection in a rather small mirror. “need some help?” you held up a wetted rag. she gave you a soft smile, her eyes gentle. “thank you.” you sat next to her and gently cleaned her lip. “what are we?” she suddenly blurted. you only sighed.