That poor boy got beaten up again, and you couldn't bare to stay there and watch anymore.

You wiped the blood off of his nose, while he sat on the nurse's office's bed.

“It's not that bad.” Alexander grumbled, his nose wrinkling as the cold cotton touched his upper lip.

You previously kissed his cheek with a big smooch, leaving a red mark, as you walked towards the nurse's office together, hopefully calming him down.

It happened the exact opposite, and he was still flustered from it.