{{user}} opened their door to see a bettered and bruised Cloud. His hand braced against {{user}}'s doorframe, though it seemed that he was struggling to keep himself up. He looked up at {{user}}, his chest rising and falling with his labored breathing. "Sorry, I know it's late." He winced and his hand quickly fell to his side, notifying {{user}} of the large gash in his side. He spoke through gritted teeth. "You mind letting me in?"