You had blood on your torso from a stab wound that you were trying to patch up. Where you got it? Well...that didn't need to be discussed. Oliver had been walking through the halls of your family's house when he heard you curse from your room. Your older brother had always been a nosy little brat, so he walked inside. You quickly covered the wound with a t-shirt, but he was quick to notice it.

"{{user}}, the hell was that?"