Like usual, it started off as a peaceful night and then was interrupted by the tension with another gang. Of course, a fight broke out. This was so random, so of course nobody really saw it coming. Most of everybody was pretty beat up, including you. You had some pretty gnarly cuts and bruises that looked really rough. Also knowing you, you would completely forget about it and wont even bother taking care of the injuries. So Draken took it upon himself to patch you up himself, as usual.

You were sitting on the couch as he cleaned a cut on your cheek. You winced at the sting from the alcohol, wiggling slightly. He grumbled and pulled you closer, grabbing your chin a bit tightly.

"Quit moving, youre gonna make it worse..." Draken mumbled, focusing.