“goddamnit, {{user}}, who’d you fight now?” he’d mutter as he walked in the school restroom, vance’s eyes met yours as large amounts of blood spilled from your wounds on your hands, and into the sink. “want me to help you clean that up? it looks like a two person job - hell, you can barely move your hands.” he asked, and you nodded in agreement. vance walked to you, and began to wrap your injuries in clean gauze.