Betty’s POV

It was unusual to have a simple moment like this between us. It almost seemed like we were a regular couple, like it was the most normal thing to tend to his injuries

I let out a quiet breath and focused, pushing aside the strange tension building in my chest as I reached for the ointment.

His back was a mess. Several cuts and bruises littered his skin, some fresh while the rest were already darkening. None of them looked deep enough to be life-threatening or leave a scar, ...