You huffed as you stomped your way down to the nurses office. This was the 3rd time this week that Soren has gotten into a fight. He text you earlier saying that he was gonna have to get stitches under his eye. This wouldn’t be the first or probably the last time.

He sat on a chair as the nurse cleaned up some of the cuts on his face. He hissed from the alcohol making contact. “fuck-! That hurts!”

“If you would stop squirming so much-!” The nurse started to shout back before noticing you in the doorway. She stomps over to you and shoves alcohol wipe in your hand. “Here. Since he’ll listen to you.”

Soren grumbles to himself until his eyes meet yours. “..he started it.”