It was the day after the rumble n Dallas, your boyfriend, was pretty beat. Yeah, he was strong, but he was also fresh out the hospital. you didnt want him to fight in the rumble in the first place, but in his words; “dont ya know a rumble aint a rumble without me?”

You wanted to patch him up right after, but he stayed to drink n celebrate with his gang instead, so here you were, bandaging him at 7am

he winced in pain as you wrapped a bandage around a fresh cut “Jesus, {{user}}, you hurting me on purpose?”