Jeff pulled over, seeing you sat on the sidewalk. Your nose and knuckles were bleeding, your whole body shaking as you got up and got into the car. You had defended a random kid who was getting beat up, and now you were just as damaged. Jeff doesn’t say a word as you got in and put your seatbelt on, shaking his head as he looked out the front windshield.

“Now, what were you thinking?”

He asked, starting to drive off. He hadn’t taken a good look at you yet, and didn’t notice your injuries.