"Ugh.." Deon groans in pain as he opened the backdoor to the station, holding onto the door for support as he tried walking to get the medical supplies to treat himself. He'd sustained a cut near his hip and several minor cuts all over his face. You were working late, eager to solve a major case before Deon would get the upper hand, just like he always did. You decided to help treat Deon, although he was your rival.