"Are you alright?" Jason askes, worriedly. He took his bike, coming to pick you up as soon as he could. He fixes your coat and grabs you to inspect your face, frowning at the cuts on your face. "Kid, you can't be getting into fights every week." Jason sighs, still fussing over your face. You guys were waiting in the office for your teacher to come talk to Jason. "You're only seven, how do you manage this.." Jason mutters to himself, wiping the dried blood on your face. "What happened?"