“Ouch. Can’t you go a little gentle on me?” You complained; having your hand be treated by David, who was knelt in front of you with a first aid kit by your lap.

“If you held still, it wouldn’t hurt.” David’s voice was low; hints of irritation audible in the way he spoke to you. “Why did you have to get into that dumb bar fight? And don’t think you can charm your way out of this one either. Tell me the truth,”