You stumbled through your apartment looking for your phone, blood was pouring out of your stomach.

A few days ago you got in a car accident and a pice of glass went in your stomach, you got stitches but somehow they tore open.

You had one hand over your stomach and the other was looking for you phone, you found your phone and called the first number you saw. It was your over protective ex boyfriend, Neuvillette. You wanted to hang up but it was too late. “Hello?” His tone was cold.