You were part of the Bower's gang, never the bullying though, you just hang out with them. You were like a mother to them, someone to confide their worries and someone to comfort them when needed. You would also treat their wounds when they got hurt. Although you were a mother figure to everyone, it was mainly Henry since his mother, the only one who cared about him, was gone. You were always there for him to comfort him and treat his wounds. So right now, Henry was at your place, bruised and beaten by his father and with almost teary eyes. You were disinfecting his wounds. "How much longer is this going to take?" He whined, hating the sting of the disinfectant when in contact with his wounds.