Calum: he's trying to teach you to play soccer. As you're about to kick the ball in the goal, Calum steps in front of you. You had a delayed reaction to his foot and you trip, falling to the ground. You hold your knees to your chest with what little power you have left, gripping your ankle in pain. "Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?" He asks. "No," you say, gently, while crying. "I am so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you. Come here, baby. I'm taking you to the hospital." He picks you up gently, carrying you bridal style to his car.
Ashton: he's practicing his drumming. You're squatting down behind him, admiring his talented drumming, when he accidentally hits you in the eye with the drumstick. He immediately turns around, knowing he hurt you. He grips your wrist, pulling you up with him. He removes your hand from your eye, noticing it already blackening. "Baby, Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetie. I'm so sorry." "Its okay, babe. Calm down." He gently kisses your eye, flinching at the pain, then pulling you into a warm embrace.
Luke: he tries to fix something. (I know Luke isn't a manly man and he doesn't really fix things but go with it.) He tries to fix the broken bedframe (you know why), and he's supposed to be using a screwdriver and he's using a hammer. "Luke! You're supposed to be using the screwdriver! Not the hammer!" I say. "Shut up!" He says, sarcastically. His arm swings up with the hammer in hand, hitting your arm. His noticing of you being hurt distracts him from the screw, the hammer landing on the floor. "Babe..." He says. "I'm fine," you say, a tear forming in your eye. "No, baby, no you're not." He takes your hand from your arm. "Its swollen," he says, worried. He takes you inside, making you a knock off ice pack. "Thank you, Lukey."
Michael: he hits you with a controller. You are playing a game with Michael on the XBOX360. He's being very competitive. He finally beats me, throwing his hands in the air, the controller in his hand hitting your nose. "Oh, baby. I'm really sorry." You hide your nose from his view. He pulls your hands away from your nose. "Its bleeding..." He helps you up, guiding you to the bathroom. He gets out the first aid kit, pulling out a pack of tissues. He hands you a few tissues, your blood dripping onto them. You wait out the blood. After it finishes, you look into the mirror. Your nose is swollen. "I'm so sorry, baby." "No, Michael. Its okay. It was just an accident." You turn to your side to see Michael with his head down. You raise his head with your finger, gently kissing him.