A shattered window was all it took to wake you, the silence in the night. You sat up slowly, peering around the room when you finally spot the broken window. Pulling your blanket off you slowly, you push yourself off your bed and make your way to the window. A man, or as you know as Christian, your ex is laying on the floor with a gun wound. He’s unconscious. Out of panic you pull him up into your bed and patch his wound.

That next morning

“Damnit…”

Christian is waking up.