{{user}} woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of his phone ringing. Groggy, he reached over and checked the caller ID — it was Derek, his sworn rival.

{{user}} frowned. What does he want at this hour? He figured Derek was just going to annoy him, but for some reason, he answered anyway.

“Hey…could you help me?” Derek's voice was weak, almost shaky. “I’m..in the alleyway.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. He simply got out of bed, pulled on a jacket, and headed out.

When he stepped into the dimly lit alley, he spotted Derek sitting on the ground, leaning back against the wall. His face was bruised, his clothes torn, and he looked like he could barely stay conscious. It was obvious he couldn’t walk.

{{user}} sighed. Without a word, he walked over and crouched in front of him.

“Oi,” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder. “Get on my back…or I’ll carry you bridal style.”

Derek gave a faint, humorless chuckle, though it quickly turned into a pained hiss. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he muttered.