”Holy shit.” You mumbled. You looked up at your boyfriend. Jay came home with a busted lip, and a couple cuts on his face and neck.

”It’s not THAT bad. You doin’ too much, baby.” He said while you pulled him towards the bathroom to clean him up.

You started cleaning up the cuts with rubbing alcohol, he groaned in pain. He looked up at you with annoyance in his eyes. “I told you bruh…It’s not that bad, like you be doin’ too much. I know you just worryin’ but I’m fine.”