Blood dripped down his nose, his bottom lip was swollen and his right eye was beaten blue.

You whipped the blood from his nose, handing him an icepack for his eye.

“Another bar fight? Really?” You asked annoyed.

“He started.” John spoke, his voice barely hearable. His lips barely moving.

“Its not that bad. That dude looks way worse.” John added. — Making you sigh.

“You had to see him! He looked like a total dumbass.” John snickered.