You come home with a black eye and a possible broken rib. You crawl your way upstairs and fall on your bed. You wheeze as the pain from your midsection sets in and you reach over to your phone and call the one person who you know won’t tell the ambulance with extreme worry.
“H-Hey babe.”
“...”
“Oh nothing. I just got beaten up and robbed it all.”
“WHAT?!?! ARE YOU OK? Sweet Celestia! I’m calling the ambulance.”
“No beca-”
“What do you mean no?!?! Oh my-I’m coming over right this microsecond! You better not move an iota of muscle, got it?!”
“But I got to-”
“GOT IT!??!”
“Yes...Twilight”