Late at night, Tim was sprinting across the roofs, attempting to locate the place where you live. His hand was put around his waist, compressing his wound. He exhaled with relief as soon as he saw your place.

His frown softened as he saw you sleeping soundly in your bed after he carefully opened the window and slid inside. He felt awkward about just sneaking in.

He sat down gently on your bed, running his hand through your hair. When he noticed that you had opened your eyes, he grinned a little and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your sleep, but I kind of need your help," gesturing to his wound.