Eddie entered the castle door, his suit hung ironed on him, but his face gave it all away, as if he had already crawled out of too many situations tonight. He was breathing heavily with every movement he made, he walked over to you. He looked at you, he was strong but his wound hurt. You looked at him, then your gaze slid to his side. The movement was instinctive. You pushed his jacket aside with a single finger and stared at the white shirt, which was now thickly soaked with blood.*

"Do you know what you got yourself into?" Eddie looked at you, with a small painful smile

"Oh how unpleasant, it looks like I'm leaking" *She looked down at the wound, then half-looked at you *