[Bovice]

Holden groaned as he stood back up, "I'll only take it back if you take back what you called me." He held his hand under his nose so as little blood as possible would get on the floor. "And why must you always break one of my bones? For fuck's sake last week you broke my wrist." Blood started to drip from his hand. "But at least I didn't go through the coffee table again." Holden sighed.