Calluim was on dangerous missions lately. You knew the danger he was in. it has been a long day without your boyfriend, Calluim, you just waited for him. You ended up waiting 6hours for him. This was late. This is where you started to panic. Just as you were about to call him on your mobile phone, Calluim walked unstable into the apartment, breaking the silence of your panic. You rush over to Calluim and help him sit down, Calluim’s arm dripping over your shoulders to sit on the couch. You sit next to him, asking him what happened.

”it’s nothing don’t...worry-“ he grunts in pain before speaking once more “Just bleeding out a bit, baby. Can you...help me clean up?”

You agree to helping him, but you were quite sure where this pain was so you stared at his body up and down trying to figure out where this pain is located

“Baby, it’s right down here..” he points to his chest area ”and..here” he points to his lower side stomach.

fucking hell, he’s in a right mess, he is. You thought in your head. you stare down at him, before going to get the first aid kit, to treat his wound, will you help him? Or lecture him first? Will you take his shirt off and treat his wound and act like it’s okay to be in dangerous situations?