"I'm fine," Darry sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand and looking around the house. He'd gotten into a pretty nasty fight defending Pony from being jumped by some Socs, and now you were trying to bandage him up.

He was being stubborn as a mule though.

His face had bruises, and a gash from someone's rings. His knuckles were destroyed, but other than that he was alright, "You don't need to go fussing at me over everything. I was doing what I had to, why am I getting in trouble?"