Speaker 1: Ow, man, this hurts.
Speaker 2: Serves me, right, and I guess but those jerks had
it coming. I probably should have gone in with a
little more of a plan, but.
Speaker 1: I was mad.
Speaker 2: And then I just started swinging. I am really gonna
feel this in the morning.
Speaker 1: Huh oh no.
Speaker 2: No, no, no, no, you've got to be kidding me.
He's walking past my house right now. Ah, I have
such bad luck. Oh hey, what's up. Nice day for
a walk. Huh oh this, don't worry. I just fell over.
It's nothing to be worried about. Uh huh. I fell
over and got banged up all over huh. Bleeding lip
and hurt leg and my face is probably pretty messed up. Yeah.
Speaker 1: I just fell over really hard.
Speaker 2: Yeah. Yes, I got into a fight. Nothing gets past you. Huh.
Speaker 1: Ow that hurts. No, don't worry.
Speaker 2: It was just some of the local jerks that needed
to be taught a lesson.
Speaker 1: It's sorted out now. Look.
Speaker 2: You you're sweet to be concerned. Seriously, you're really kind
to check on me. But I promise I'm okay, and
you could just keep enjoying your walk and I'll be
peachy after a good lie down on the couch. I
just got to get up these stupid steps first.
Speaker 1: How how ow ow? No, dude, I'm fine. I'm just fine.
Speaker 2: If it would make you feel better, then I guess
you could help me get inside onto my couch. Yeah, yeah,
I'll lean on you a bit for support. They're happy.
Speaker 1: Yeah, just get me to the couch. Just through there.
Speaker 2: Oh huh, No, the couch is fine. I'm not going
to my bed in the middle of the day. I
have stuff to do.
Speaker 1: Ow ow ow ow ah.
Speaker 2: All right, well, thanks, I guess for helping me inside.
You can head home or back to your walk or whatever.
I'm sure I can handle everything from here on out. Huh,
you're really pushy. You know that you're acting like I'm
on my deathbed. I got into a little scuffle. It's
not a big deal.
Speaker 1: Look.
Speaker 2: If I succumb to my bruises and scrapes and you're
attending my funeral tomorrow, then you can go ahead and
tell my gravestone I told you so. But until then,
get out, go home or whatever. Look, you're cute, but
you're not incapable of annoying me. Okay, don't push your luck.
Oh my gosh, you're like a broken record. I'm fine.
I'm just a little ugh, I'm just a bit banged up,
that's all.
Speaker 1: It's fine.
Speaker 2: I mean, seriously, you've seen me after fights before. Why
are you all of a sudden worried about me? You
know I can handle myself. What do you mean You've
never seen me this hart before. I've been digged up
plenty of times. You've never freaked out like this. What's
the big idea? Okay, well, I guess I've never quite
this bad a.
Speaker 1: Fine.
Speaker 2: If it will help you sleep better tonight, then you
can stay here and check over me if you want.
But you are not taking care of me. Okay, you're
just whatever. Look, if you want to help, then you
can go grab an ice pack from the freezer. Okay, No,
the ice pack is fine.
Speaker 1: Why would I use a steak?
Speaker 2: This isn't a movie.
Speaker 1: Yeah, well, actually I don't know why.
Speaker 2: They used steaks. I guess steaks were just cold. I
don't know anyway, the ice pack will do fine. I'm
not using a steak, not in this economy.
Speaker 1: Thanks.
Speaker 2: Uh, could you actually grab a towel to wrap it in?
I'm not really in the mood for my face to
be frozen to this ice pack?
Speaker 1: Thank you? Oh God, that feels better. I guess I
got hit harder than I thought.
Speaker 2: Huh, I'm gonna need a lot of makeup to cover
this up. I did not lose the fight. Okay, I
won it by a mile, but that doesn't mean I
got out unscathed. It's not like the movies where the
hero beats people to a pulp and walks away happily.
Punching people hurts. Getting punched hurts. Fighting hurts.
Speaker 1: Yeah.
Speaker 2: I suppose at the end there's no real winners technically,
but I still won. Yeah, relax, I had everything under control.
One of these stupid guy I just managed to get
a few.
Speaker 1: Cheap shots in.
Speaker 2: But really, if you think I look bad, you should
see the other guys. Yeah, I said guys, Well two
guys and one girl if you want to get technical
about it. But yeah, there were three of them. What
you think I can't fight three people at once. Come on,
I know we don't know each other that well, but
you should know that I don't back down from a
fight just because I'm outnumbered. In fact, I thrive when
the odds are stacked against me. Why does it matter
what they did? Look, I said, they were being jerks,
that's reason enough. Because they're bullies. Okay, I don't like bullies,
so they deserve to get their butts kicked a bit.
Someone had to do it. Whoa, hey, now, what do
you think you're doing? I like you, but not enough
to let you lift up my.
Speaker 1: Shirt, hands to yourself. My guy, what my hips bruised?
Speaker 2: What do you?
Speaker 1: Oh? Oh? It actually is?
Speaker 2: That explains why it hurts so much when I breathe
out and laugh. Yeah. The more annoying one I don't
remember his name. He sure regretted that choice to punch
me immediately after, but I did not think that he
was going to hit me that hard. Oh well, hey, no, no, no,
calm down. It'll heal in no time. Seriously, you really
don't need to worry. I've been through worse. But it
is kind of sweet of you to care as much
as you seem to. Yeah, I mean it, I mean
not everyone would would care.
Speaker 1: I guess.
Speaker 2: Look, if you want to help me out some more,
could you grab my first aid kit. It's in that
cabinet over there, top drawer.
Speaker 1: Relax.
Speaker 2: I don't need anything serious, all right, That's just where
I keep.
Speaker 1: The band aids.
Speaker 2: Calm down, thank you, Hey, I'm sorry that I've been
a little you know, jaded. I guess, well, I don't.
I don't mean to be mean, it's just I don't know.
I do appreciate you looking out for me, though, like
really I do.
Speaker 1: No.
Speaker 2: No, I don't hate you. No, I I well, I
know I come off really I have a strong personality,
I guess, but please don't take it the wrong way.
I'm just honest and blunt, and I know that can
make me kind of hard to get along with. I
just don't enjoy lying to people are acting differently to
protect people's feelings and stuff. You know, trust me, if
I didn't like you, you would know. I don't have
the time or the energy to pretend otherwise. For example,
the stupid jerks that got their butt kicked got their
butt kicked because I don't like them. And it's not
like I invited you inside because I don't like you.
I mean, I know I made it seem that way,
but owl anyway, No, don't let that go to your head. Okay,
I like you, I don't know I like you in
the way that I like oatmeal or Jurassic Park. Shut up,
all right, Well, I got this ice pack I'm all
ban dated up, so I think I'll be fine from
here on out.
Speaker 1: Okay, you did a great job, doc, Oh.
Speaker 2: But I mean, well, if it would give you some
peace of mind, I guess you could stay and hang
out for a little.
Speaker 1: Sure.
Speaker 2: Why not having someone to talk to is kind of
helping me take my mind off the pain?
Speaker 1: Anyway? What of course I feel pain. I'm not a robot.
Speaker 2: What just because I'm the town goth girl, you think
I don't have any feelings? I wish I feel pain
just like everyone else. Just because I seem to get
into scuffles and walk away with a smile on my
face doesn't mean I'm not sore. I just don't show it,
or I just don't really show feelings in general.
Speaker 1: But am I like scary? I am oreent?
Speaker 2: I see, this is why I keep all my feelings inside.
I've got to keep up my tough reputation. That's how
people know not to mess with me. But but yeah,
it does hurt. Okay, ow No, don't get me wrong.
I actually do have a heart.
Speaker 1: It's just.
Speaker 2: The only thing beating inside this body is a whole
lot of spite. Okay, I swear I have survived on
spite alone exactly when I get amped up, it's just
a whole lot of spite and pettiness rushing through my veins.
Speaker 1: See you get me ow?
Speaker 2: No, I like laughing. Laughter is the best medicine. It helps.
But also I'm sore. Hey, thanks for being here. It's
nice to have someone to talk to and chill out with. Yes,
I mean it. You're easy to talk to, and.
Speaker 1: I don't know.
Speaker 2: You just make me feel calm and put me at ease,
and I don't feel like I have to be so tough.
I guess, of course we're friends. I mean, I know,
I just happen to live nearby and we only chat
here and there. But you're kind and sweet, and I
don't know, you make me feel happy when you're around.
And if that isn't the truest definition of a friend,
then I don't know what is. Yes, I suppose friends
do help each other out when they're not feeling well,
even if they don't need the help. Like I said,
I don't lie just to make other people feel better.
If I call you my friend, then I mean it. Okay, Look,
I'm gonna confess something to you, and you are not
allowed to whisper a word of this to anyone. Okay, Well,
I didn't get into that fight today just because they
were jerks. Okay, they were talking about you. They were
just saying stupid stuff. It wasn't only you, it was
a few people, but they mentioned your name, and well
I didn't like that.
Speaker 1: Yeah, you heard me. I didn't like that.
Speaker 2: I didn't like them saying mean things about someone so kind,
and it got to me. And then when I defended you,
they started talking in really annoying voices about how I
was clearly in love with you or that I was
your girlfriend, and I don't know, it just made me
so angry. Like I've always had a pretty bad temper,
but it just really ticked me off. And then they
were shouting at me, and then one of them shoved me,
and the next thing I knew, I was swinging.
Speaker 1: Yeah.
Speaker 2: I mean, listen, I don't want to come off like
I'm defending your honor or something stupid. I know you're
an adult and you don't need me rushing to your protection,
and I just couldn't help it. I'm sorry. I know
that's probably weird. No, you don't have to thank me.
Of course I would defend you. Like I said, we
might not know each other well, but I got your back. Okay,
stop with those puppy dog eyes. Don't get mushy or
I'm kicking you out. All.
Speaker 1: You think a nice hug will make me feel better?
Is that right?
Speaker 2: Well that may have worked when I was younger, but
I'm pretty sure hugs don't work is medicine anymore. I
think i'll pass. Don't give me that look. Fine, we
can hug, but just for a moment, okay, and only
because you have that cute face. Remind me who's taking
care of who here? I'll just come here, all right,
here we go. This is uh, this is nice? Actually, thanks,
Oh my gosh, yes, you can rub my back. It's
weirder if you have to ask. But thanks for being
a gentleman about it.
Speaker 1: I guess.
Speaker 2: I guess we can keep hugging for a little while longer,
but only because you're cute, no bit, seriously, thank you
for being there for me and taking care of me.
Speaker 1: It means a lot. Yeah. Well, maybe I like you
more than I let on.
Speaker 2: Okay, just a little bit though, I'm sorry I just
got a little defensive. I guess I'm not used to well,
this like hugging and talking and letting someone else help.
I'm more of a figure it out myself and do
it alone kind of person. I guess, well, it's useful
being able to take care of stuff myself, but I
guess it is nice to let someone else take over
once in a while. I guess it is true that
it would be difficult for me to hug myself. You're
such a dork. I guess the thing is, I don't
really care if anyone sees me hurt or banged up
or whatever. I just I didn't want you to see
me like this.
Speaker 1: I don't know.
Speaker 2: I like the way that you look at me, and
you just always seem to have that bewildered look on
her face whenever I'm around, like you think I'm the
strongest on the planet, and it feels good to be
admired like that. I didn't want you to stop looking
at me that way. Oh God, I sound like el Grammar.
Oh nothing, She's just some girl, I know. But seriously,
if you ever tell anyone that I was anything other
than a mean goth girl, then you'll be the one
who needs someone to nurse you at home.
Speaker 1: Okay, Oh, relax.
Speaker 2: I would never hurt you, and even if I did,
I'd feel bad about it, and then I would stick
around and be your nurse, So you know it wouldn't
be that bad, all right. It's a pact. If either
of us get into a scuffle or an accident, we
can just shoot each other a text and we can
come over and take care of each other or whatever.
But it'll be our secret, understand I don't want anyone
to know that I'm mushy. Well, if I ever go
full on vigilante, I know whose window I'm crawling through
to get some emergency medical care. I was more thinking
along the lines of an Alfred rather than an MJ.
I just feel like you'd be much cuter as a butler.
Speaking about being a butler, why don't you be a
sweetheart and make us some tea.
Speaker 1: I'm kidding.
Speaker 2: Sit back down, I'm going to make us some tea.
I've been at the mercy of your cute doctor roleplay
for far too long. Also, this has been the longest
hug of my entire life, and I don't really know how.
Speaker 1: To process that. Oh ow ow, yes, we can hug.
Speaker 2: More afterwards, but only because you want to so badly,
but if anyone asks, I'll deny it. Hey, are you
happy with tea? Or you want soda or coffee or water?
Sounds good? Oh, but before I go, come here, m
real close to me. Come here, there you go, Just
a little tree for taking care of little on me.
Speaker 1: Oh, don't pass out on me.
Speaker 2: Man, you can only get another hug if you're still
conscious by the time I get back.
Speaker 1: Mm. You're so cute.