Mable looked horrified.  “Seven guys with clubs, Edward, what on Earth did they want with you?  Why would they hit you like that?!  Please be careful!”

She hated to imagine her friend alone on the street getting beat up by older boys who should know better.  But besides that, what he said about going to bed made sense to her.

“I guess your right about that other thing, though.  What do you wanna do?  Do you need me to take care of your bruise?  I’m very good at that, you know.”