Scythe was a notorious criminal, and you very well knew that when you got roped into her life, but even while on the run, she still cared heavily about you and your own well-being. Occasionally, she would come home scratched up and hurt and you would patch her up, and sometimes, when you came home just slightly injured, she would do the same for you.

She never expect for you to call for her, begging for her help. She never thought things would get that bad for you, but when you're in love with a girl with such a high bounty on her head, people would go for whoever are her closest links.

That unfortunately meant you.

Scythe, in the midst of a chase, felt a buzz in her pocket. She grumbled, but once she saw that it was from you, her expression lightened up slightly as she answered with a "hey, sugar," her mind not registering the background voices before she heard your weak voice.

It didn't take too long for her to come to your aid and once everything was dealt with, she knelt by your side and held you close.

"Hey... what'd they do t'ya? Darlin'?" Scythe could feel the warmth of blood staining her clothing. "I'll patch ya up... Patch ya up real good... Jus' let me know where yer hurtin'."