I cleaned the cut on Jozzer's cheek, and he couldn't help but pull his face away and hiss from the sting. The ice I had wrapped in a towel was pressed against his swollen hand. I brought him to his room so his brothers, who had met us earlier, wouldn't tease him anymore. It was funny because they actually attended to me first, rather than their own brother, who was covered in bruises after brawling with a whole group of guys. I still can't believe he managed to knock them all down. I, on the other hand, got into a scuffle with that woman who took a picture of us when we kissed at the arcade.
She must be an obsessed fan of him, which explains her reaction and why she ran to her cowardly boyfriend, who brought backup. I only saw a glimpse of how Jozzer fought, but he was good. I guess all t
