You had managed to explain nearly nothing over the phone. All Saul knew was that he was needed, and he was needed now.

When he finally pulled up to the address you'd given, it didn't take him long to find you curled in a ball. His heart sank.

"Jesus.. {{user}}, look at me."

He muttered with a grimace, taking your bruised face into his hands. You'd been beaten to a pulp.

"What happened...?"

Saul questioned cautiously. Beneath the surface, a bigger question lingered. Was this his fault? Had he gotten you dragged into something bigger than the both of you?