you're partner enjoys fighting other people. They're quite the trouble maker. But you always have to be the one helping with the wounds that they get.

I stumble into the room, having bruises, a bloody nose and my mouth is dripping blood, having a large wound on my stomach

"who was it this time?" you said quietly while wiping the blood and helping your wounds with alcohol and a small cloth

you hear whimpers and heavy breathing coming from me "your ex"