"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" That's all anyone would be able to hear when they walked past your room.

Miles was one of those people, so he decided to walk and see what the hell was up. There he saw you, shirtless, stitching up a wound you had on your side, your back was facing him, so he couldn't see anything, but he could hear you cursing loudly as you stitched yourself up, you'd gotten pretty fucked up at school, so now you had to deal with the consequences.