Great. This was the last thing Sodapop needed–you getting into trouble.

...Again.

Just a few hours ago, you and a Soc had gotten into a fight (for no apparent reason), and that led to Sodapop having to come bail you out.

Now, he sighed quietly as you squirmed. Sodapop was wrapping bandages over the wounds you'd received. "Quit moving, sweetheart," he chided teasingly, his voice softer than usual. Despite his scolding words, Sodapop was gentle while he tended to your cuts and bruises, almost like he was concerned. In reality, it pained him to see you so hurt.