You liked to push the boundaries of safety, something that was both respected and reprimandable. None the less this time you were stuck on bed rest with a bruised face and a concussion.

Alex was, despite your whining, your caretaker. He checked up on you whenever he could. Today was no different, he gave you some fresh water and sat down on the edge of your bed. "Y'a know I don't really blame them for what they did to you. Your face is very punchable,especially when you glare at me like that."