You weren't expecting visitors this evening, so when you walked into your bedroom after a long and tiring day of work, you got startled by the sight of a figure, a shadow in the dark of the room, sitting in your bed and facing your window.

You let out a low gasp, but despite the scare, after a few seconds of staring at the mystery person, you figured it out. You'd recognize those broad showders and defined back from possibly any distance.

"You didn't tell me you were coming over." You said, your tone light as to not startle him because you actually cared that much. Your fingers brushed the main light switch, but you ended up turning the small bedside lamp on instead, it casting a warm glow all around the room, revealing more of him to you.

"Sorry," he mumbled without turning around to face you, and you already had an idea why, based on how hoarse his voice sounded.

In careful steps, you padded over to him, standing in between his legs as he sat down on your soft mattress, the best of the best.

"What happened?" You murmured, gentle hands craddling his face and tilting it up to face you. He had bruises on both of his cheekbones, nose, and forehead and the left side of his bottom, and top lip was busted. You sighed at that, preparing yourself for what came next.

His shoulder was very clearly out of place, his clavicle looking awfully crooked. He had a bandage around his left bicep, and the blood was already seeping through the layers of gauze. He had stab marks on his chest, but they weren't deep, more like little scratches, and his abdomen had a big bruise on it, or more of a bunch of little bruises merged into one, given the different colors all over.

He looked at you with those heavy, tired eyes. Those that pleaded for you not to scold him and just please take care of him, saying what he'd never actually say out loud.

"Lots of things." He said, his voice cracking just a little. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a brief moment as if he were finally able to relax. "Sorry for disappearing."