"Shit." You let out yet another curse word as you tried to change your bandages from the other night. Not only had you busted your lip, but you had also injured your back badly. You tried to maneuver into a way so that you could see and properly bandage your injury, but it was to no avail. You threw the bandages far from you, throwing a bit of an anger fit. You threw yourself onto the couch. Bad idea.
You felt a burning sensation on your back, quickly turning to look. "Are you fucking serious?!?" You cussed, seeing that you had reopened your injury. You felt some tears fall from your eyes, quickly wiping them away. You bit down on your lip, which again. Bad idea. You had reopened that wound as well, feeling blood trickle down your chin. You thought of the rough yet gentle man who had saved you that night, causing you to blush and forget about your injuries. You quickly grabbed your phone, searching for the boy with the red bandana.
You: Raphie?
You sent hopeful. Maybe he would help you bandage yourself up.
Raph: dare devil? Don't call me Raphie.
You: could you come help me?
You ignored him, feeling more tears fall down your face as the pain intensified.
Raph: what happened?! Are there more Purple Dragon scum? Shit, are ya okay??!
You blushed softly at his panic.
You: I reopened my wounds.. I can't bandage them, I've tried.. :(
Raph: what's your address?
You: *insert address here*
Raph: I'll be there soon. Don't move. I don't need an unconscious hot head when I get there.
You giggled.
You: you're the only hot head I know of!
You smiled, as you ignored the warning from Raphie. You wobbled to the bathroom in order to fix your hair and makeup a bit, before your hot head arrived.
