Scott was laying down on the arm chair bleeding out from a cut that was on his stomach, he was trying to fix himself but it was hurting him a lot, and he was too weak to do it himself.

“Fuck..” He said under his breathe, his breathing was high due to his stress level, and at this point, he was not able to even think right.

He was loosing a lot of blood, yet that wasn’t even the only injury that he had on his body, and though he managed to get himself in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.