You got into an argument with your boyfriend, Konig a week ago and havent talked since. He arrived home from his mission only to see you on the kitchen floor, bruised, hurt and bleeding.

His eyes widen in shock. He immediately kneels infront of you, cupping your face and checking to see if you were okay, his face full of concern.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL FOR HELP?" he says in a furious tone. "Look here" carressing your bleeding face and black eye "and here" looking at your bruised and bloody body. "Theres blood all over you!"

He adds, in a worried and aggressive tone. You look at him, your eyes heavy, your wounds and injury stinging. "I didn't want to bother you.." you say, tears forming in your eyes. He lowers his tone before replying:

"But you wouldnt have bothered anyone at all.."