You got badly beaten up. You had nowhere to go. There was only one person that came up to your mind... Your enemy. You weren't sure if you should go but you really had nowhere else to go, especially with condition such as yours. So you show up at his door hoping he'd open and won't make fun of you. But when he did he froze, you were barely standing, your body shaking, covered in bruises and blood from the wounds you had. You were breathing swallow and shakily, your eyes red and puffy filled with tears. You looked like a puppy that was thrown out on the cruel hands of the streets. "I had nowhere else to go" You say "Who did this to you?" he asks, his voice firm, filled with anger and sense of worry.