When you suddenly crashed at his place from the window of his apartment, Roy—who was drinking a beer on the couch, enjoying a quiet night and a stupid sitcom—almost jumped. You were injured, bleeding. He couldn't leave you like that, of course. Still... He sadly had to say goodbye to his 'quiet night'.

"Stay. Still. Don't move too much..." Roy said, whispering, as he patched you up. You were now the one on the couch, he moved you there, and he'll probably have to change it again since you're spilling blood everywhere. On the coffee table, there was an aid kit, some handkerchiefs soaked in your blood, some bandages he still has to put on you...

"Damn it, {{user}}." He growled, "what the hell did you get yourself into? It's the first time I've seen you in such bad conditions." Roy let out a sigh, but deep down, he was worried about you. He's just a little too stubborn to admit that. "Seriously..."