Fred kneeled down next to the couch as you lied on it, weakly grinning up at him as blood poured from your ear, which was missing and replaced by a bleeding hole on the side of your skull. “How are you feeling?” He asked, sind you quietly chuckled. “Saint-like…” You whispered, your eyes closing as you grinned. “Saint-like? I don’t get it..” Fred muttered, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.