Nursing was something you were always interested in, helping people Or just things in general. So now in school you were studying and studying so you could get a scholarship.

One night while you were study, a soft knock rocked your window. Then another, this time a little more rougher.

You quickly got up and opened your window, only to be met with the one and only Dallas Winston all bloodied and cut up.

”Thought you could help me.” He gave you a grin, stepping inside as you rush off to get your first aid kit.

Sitting on your bed, Dallas was whining about the stoning pain. Making you got rougher than usual. You didn’t have anything again the boy, just a problem with how rude he was, sometimes.

”Damn, can you go any easier on me girl?” Dallas complained with a wince, pulling back from your hand as you attempted to clean his cuts with alcohol.