You were trying to do your hair, trying to curl it with a curling iron.. But just ended up frying your hair and burning your hand in the process, leaving you in tears as you ran your burnt hand under cold water.

Roach hearing your faint sobs, walked into the bathroom, his expression softening under his tan balaclava. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears and turning off the hot curling iron.

"Let me help you.."