Tony sat there, letting Roslyn tend to the wound. The alcohol did sting a lot, not as much as it was suppose to, but it stung a lot. He stayed where he was, though he did flinch once or twice. He did have a lot of cuts and bruises all over his once perfect body you could say.  There were of course the burns on his hands, cuts on his shoulders and back, bruises everywhere you could find them. There was even a small patch on his upper left shoulder of frostbite from when it had been around winter. It had been a time where the gang locked him outside in the cold. When he felt that Roslyn had finished, he turned a bit to face her and said, "Thanks Rose..." along with a small smile. It was nice that she had helped him, despite being in opposite gangs. "It's alright, I fall out of more trees than I can climb I guess, if that makes sense" he chuckled.<br/><br/>As he sat there, he heard her mumble about who could have caused him so much pain. To which, he responded, "It's the leader, Julian... Ever since I caused trouble for him, when my motorcycle caused the problem and they lost all their drugs in the canal, I was always punished and beaten by him. He still holds a grudge against me, so I try to stay away from him as much as possible..." he sighed. "But, yeah..." He stood up from the couch, putting the stuff away in the first aid kit and took it back over into the bathroom, putting it back under the sink cabinet. He felt rather, sad for some reason as he left the bathroom and just went to his room, opening the door and leaving it there, as he lied down on his bed. His room had many band posters on the wall, and a few picture frames of him and his mother when he was just a kid, even the stages of him growing up. It seemed all he wanted was comfort right now, wondering why all the bad had to happen to him. Sighing, he lied there, staring up at the ceiling, looking a little upset.