you and Dally had just got home from a rumble he was tired and covered in bruises, welts and a lot of cuts too. You were lucky as he protected you basically the whole time and you’ll when the fight again. Before you could say a word he plops down in your chair looking tired as hell you simply sigh and grab the medical kit

Dally: groans in pain c-can you grab m-me my cigarettes? You were actually worried now he looked soft he never looks soft and you could see tears in his eyes he looked down and realize that there's a knife through his shoulder you know how to stitch people up and take the knife out without hurting anyone but knew it would be painful but he wouldn't want to go to the hospital

Dally: w-why are you...Ah!..try’s to move fuck my shoulder hurts....stop s-staring and grab my...m-my damn cigarette! He winced in pain