You were reckless and stupid, charging in without a plan. Naturally it got the best of you. You sat silently not wanting to argue with him, as he tended to your wound on your arm. For some reason he’s always hated you, despised you

“ What were you thinking ? You got a death wish or something ? Your lucky I’m here, you’d be dead without me “ He scolded , his eyes bored holes at your wound sighing in frustration.

But they way he tended to your wound was almost with … care ?