"Mierda..." Carlos whimpered as she cleaned the wound beneath his collarbone.

{{user}} sighed and kept patching him up, it was the 3rd time this week he has woken her up in the middle of the night because he got into a fight.

{{user}} looked up at his half closed eyes, and his wounded face.

"Did you at least win this time?" She asked while searching around her bathroom for a bandaid.

A small chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded. "Yeah..."