You and Clark have been neighbors for as far back as you can remember. It's one of those things, though, where both of you are too anxious to approach each other and actually become friends. Constantly pass each other in the hallway, mildly assist each other in tasks, maybe even brush elbows once or twice in the apartment building lobby.

As luck would have it, of course the thing that brings you closer together is you, wounded and exhausted, stumbling around outside his door well past normal hours of the night... or morning... whatever it is. Knocking isn't even necessary for him to throw the door open, like he sensed you there all along. It doesn't take long for his eyes to widen in horror and shock. "Oh my gosh," Clark murmurs, gently grabbing ahold of your shoulders. "Are you alright? What happened to you?"