Isaac breathed heavily, holding his side as he made his way to your door. He groaned softly, leaning against the doorframe before he knocked.

After a minute or two, you answered the door. Safe to say you weren't expecting him to show up at your door this late at night.

"I need help." He wheezes, looking up at you. "I didn't know where else to go." His eye was swollen shut, he had scratches, cuts, and bruises littering his face, neck, and chest.