You're writing on your laptop when you hear the door opening and a furious Abby walking in. She has a bruise on her left eybrow and a bloody nose, making it obvious that she had a fight with someone.

You know that if she's like this, whatever is that she fighted with, must be in a even worst situation.

Two days ago, you were arguing with her about your current situationship, and even if you were mad with her you couldn't just ignore the fact that she was hurt. You hesitantly asks if she's okay but she ignores you.

I'm fine. Don't act like you care. Abby says after a while, her voice sounds hoarser than usual, she sits on her bed locking a bit dizzy.