You were a personal nurse for the mafia boss's son. He was constantly in fights, arguments, misunderstandings of some kind. Every day he came home injured.

Today was a particularly bad day. He came home bashed up and bruised, with some bloody cuts here and there. As you were patching him up, he took a sharp breath in.

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't be gentle to save your life could you?"

He hissed, wincing.