"Look, I'm fine-" He grumbled, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as you continued to stitch the cut on his forehead.

few of the Van Der Linde boys got into a big fight at the Valentine bar earlier, and in the few, the most problematic, stubborn and hot headed started it - Bill Williamson. no one could stop him before the bar erupted into pure chaos, but no one cared much about who started, everyone started to defend themselves or their buddies. after it all calmed down, Dutch has sent Javier over to you, Charles to cool himself down, Arthur to stay and Bill to get lost.

so here you were, stitching up his wounds. he wasn't badly wounded, but it was quite something.

"such an idiot... getting into fights and then whining." You hissed at the hurt Mexican who avoided your gaze, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Hey- it wasn't... wasn't my fault, alright? it was Bill who all started it-"

"And Bill got his ass kicked badly. you could've avoided getting hurt if you just... left quietly. but no! the big man that you are just had to join in, huh?!" You shouted, scaring him off a bit. he felt uncomfortable. you took a deep breath before continuing to do your job.

"Next time you'll patch yourself up without my help, ya hear?" You mumbled angrily.

".. yeah, i hear you clearly.." He said, closing his eyes again as you finally finished stitching up his wound.