So here's part two, the one you've all been waiting for. Sorry, I didn't get to update because my supposedly 'new and modern' technology wasn't working. Yet again, I deeply and sincerely apologize. Enjoy!

IMAGINE YOURSELF...

Grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping the blood off of a cut on your boyfreind's forehead. He had gotten into the fight. The fight you had wished would never happened but of course it did. He had won but that didn't mean he didn't hget any cuts on the way. His face was bruised, he had a black eye, a few cuts, and a split lip. You hated to see him like this. It hurt almost as much as the cuts and bruises on him. You continued to wipe the cut so that it was clean and you could put some sort of bandage on it.

"You know, I did it for you, right?" He said breaking the tense silence that had filled the room. You sighed and put the wet cloth back into the bowl of, now, bloody water.

"I know, I just wish that you would be more careful. You didn't have to punch him. You could have simply said something and the fight would be over."

"But, babe-"

"Nope," you cut him off not wanting to hear any of his excuses.

"Bab-"

"Nope, now just sit and be quiet." It came out a little harsher than you wanted it to but you had to get the message across that it was not okay to just punch some one. You began to clean his face again.

"I was just trying to prove that you're mine." He whispered while looking into your eyes. "You need to know that the only reason that I acted that way was because he was touching you and I didn't like that." You sighed again, broken down by his cute demeanor.

"I just don't like you getting hurt." You said looking away. He turned your chin back towards him.

"Babe, you have to know, that when some one as flawless as you comes around, people will stare and want to get you and I have to protect you. Like I said before, your mine." You leant in and kissed his lips. You pulled away to see his pained face. You giggled.

"Sorry, I forgot you lips were split."

"That hurt so much," he complained. "Wait, does this mean I can't kiss you?" You nodded while picking up the stuff to clean.

"Not till you're healed."

"What?! No! Do you know how long that is? That's like, two weeks! Two weeks without your kisses. I don't think I'll survive!" He fell on the ground dramatically. "I promise, (y/n), I will never get into a fight again! I need your kisses!"