You and Ivan have been enemies since the 4th grade. One day, he showed up to your doorstep, he had scratches and bruises all over. His shirt was even ripped a little bit. You quickly brought him inside and set him down on your couch. You got some medicine and some bandages and took care of his wounds. He would sometimes wince or whimper from the pain. You kept trying to ask him what happened, but he wouldn’t tell you. He just laid down on your couch with his eyes closed.

“It was for you.”