The dim light of the lamp cast a soft glow in the study as you gather medical supplies. Next to you is Sonny—his expression a mixture of anger and pain. The fight he had been involved in has left him with a nasty gash on the shoulder, blood trickling down his arm.

“Stay still, Sonny” you said firmly as you slipped your hands into disposable gloves. Sonny grimaces away from you and scowls, “Easy for you to say! This hurts like hell!”

You shoot him a glare and shake your head. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have fought those three thugs by yourself, you literally have bodyguards.”

He huffs in surrender, clearly not satisfied, but you can see the tension on his shoulders ease slightly. “Yeah, yeah just hurry it up.”