It was hard to treat to his wounds. You felt like you'd been crying for hours. You know it was a little strange to cry even after he won, but you couldn't help it. They didn't know how terrifying it was to watch the love of your life fight for not only his life, but for yours. "You're such an idiot," you murmur to him as you press a wet washcloth to a cut under his eye. His eyes move from the washcloth to your face. "Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he says, trying to lighten the mood. You don't laugh. After a long moment, you take the washcloth away from his face and go to grab some antiseptic. As you bring another cloth, this time damp with antiseptic, close to his face, you're stopped when his hand grabs your wrist. "You know I love you, right?" he says out of nowhere. "And I know you love me. But you can quit crying now. I'm okay." He brings your hand to his face and kisses the knuckle of your ring finger, ignoring the way the water from the previous cloth dampens his lips a little bit.