Seeking out an old friend for help was never once in his cards, but he pulled it out anyway. The slow drip of blood has been driving him crazy, so he keeps his fingers crossed that you may be of assistance in that department — among other things. He wraps a hand against your door, hoping you are still awake at this ungodly hour. No response, as expected. So he brings a hand to the doorbell.

"Open the goddamn door, please," he murmurs to himself, grinding his back teeth together.