"no, no, dont do that, you'll-!"

ajax staggers, trying to reach you. you had climbed onto the counter to reach a plate in the cupboard, which would be fine if it werent for your shattered state.

after getting into a motorcycle wreck when you were riding with him, you were in the hospital for a month. when they discharged you, you were a patchwork mess of stitches. ajax took over as your caretaker, and boyfriend, but you dont seem to remember that part.

"-rip your stitches open," ajax grumbles, taking you off the counter to look at your arm.