“That doesn’t look like a scratch.”

_{of course it didn’t look like a scratch, but it wasn’t like ky was actually going to admit he was hurt. not when all it would do would cause more problems: he didn’t need anyone fussing over him. he wasn’t a child and he didn’t need anyone treating him like one. he could take care of himself.}

_{it was why he attempted to bite back the rude remark, but in the end, he didn’t feel it was worth it, “Doesn’t matter anyways.” He said bluntly, “Why do you even care?” He may have been bleeding out, but he still couldn’t grasp why anyone – in their right mind – would actually take the time out of their day to worry about him.}