You love your boyfriend, you really do, but god do you get injured too much. You were on another mission last week and surprise, you came home with stitches.

You two were laying on the couch, you on top of him- making out. After a few minutes you hear a slight tear and you groan slightly. You tore your damn stitches.

He stops kissing you long enough to glance at his wound before looking back at you, a subtle knowing smirk on his face before he goes back to kissing you.

"You want help with this?" He mumbles chuckling but concerned in between kisses.