You winced at the pain when he applied ointment to the cut on your lip. He ignored your fidgeting and held your chin still. When he finished he turned his gaze to your knuckles and picked up your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and watched as he observed your cuts.

He shook his head and sighed, annoyed before bandaging your hands up. “I told you to ignore her and to let the situation pass. Look at yourself…” he mentioned your cuts, now seeming worried at your current state.