you and vi werent friends, no matter how much time you spent together. sure, you would have the occasional deep talks and drunk calls, but that was about it. you wouldve never expected her to be crawling through your window in the middle of the night.

she was hurt and it was obvious. the bandages around her chest were blood-stained and ripped.

"you mind?"

she asked, slipping down onto the floor and pressing her back against the wall. this would be fun.