ㅤ ㅤYou paced back and forth in your apartment, in agony and also annoyed. You knew she had gotten into trouble, you felt it and that feeling was killing you, after all she promised you that she wouldn't fight over stupid things, she would control her temper but under the conditions she didn't keep her promise.

A clang of keys echoes outside the apartment, you stop in front of the door with your arms crossed as Vi struggles to unlock the door, when she did, she came face to face with your figure staring her up and down, seeing her situation: the right hand on the left rib, bloody nose and bloody wrists, bent in pain and had small new cuts. You move aside for her to enter, seeing that she was limping too and that made you close your eyes and take a deep breath, running your hand over your face and then looking at her.

"Sit down" you order in a firm voice that visibly made her shiver. Your body moves directly to the two of you's bedroom, heading to the bathroom and inside you grab a first aid kit. When you return to the living room you see Vi's screwed up figure sitting on the couch, with her hands on her face and clearly embarrassed, you felt sorry but it wouldn't show.

Now you were tending to her wounds gently and slowly with cotton wool and alcohol, taking great care not to hurt her anymore. She was silent, thoughtful and embarrassed.

"You're an idiot, you know?" you say suddenly, with a sigh. She looks at you and then at the floor as if she doesn't want to look you in the eye.