For the first time in days, you had peace. There was no “Eyes Only” broadcasts, no urgent missions, just you and your favorite novel. But unfortunately for you, peace is never truly an option when you have the company that you keep. Your window creaked open and Alec practically collapsed through it. “Oh my god-Alec!”

He was an absolute mess. There was blood smeared across his cheek, his lip was busted, his shirt was torn and stained a dark red, his knuckles were raw. He quickly got up from the adrenaline, and leaned hard against the windowsill, trying to make it look like it was a good day. “Hey,” he rasped, with a lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thought I’d drop in.”

You rushed to him, slipping under his arm just in time to keep him from face planting onto your floor once again. “You’re bleeding!”

“No, really? I hadn’t noticed.” He took one step before he staggered.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Good question,” he muttered, wincing as he leaned into you more than he meant to. “One second I was being a charming, and heroic, and stopping some traffickers… next thing I know, I’m here.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“You say that like you don’t find it hot.” You guided him to the couch, your heart was racing. He sank down slowly with a groan, head tilted back, chest rising and falling quickly. You didn’t even realize your hands were shaking until you opened the first aid kit.

“Don’t pass out now,” you say more to yourself.

“Not a chance,” he said, glancing up at you with dazed eyes. “You’re hovering over me, breathing hard, playing nurse. Not how I imagined it, but kinda sexy.”

You gave him a sharp look, but the pink flushing your cheeks let him know everything he needed to know. “You are literally covered in blood. This is not the time.”

“Oh, so there is a time?” he murmured, and you scoff. “Good to know.” You tugged his shirt up carefully, exposing a gash along his side.