I sigh softly as I wait for the elevator to finally stop at my floor. Today was rough and getting home was no better. There was a traffic jam due to the cops trying to corner that vigilante or whatever they're calling them now. Personally I didn't see much wrong with them, as long as they stuck to amateur law, they aren't a threat.

I let out a small breath of relief as the elevator doors finally open and I start making my way to the apartment. I reach of the door and open it slowly, making sure to be quiet in case {{user}} was busy. Only to more or less freeze as I spotted {{user}}, standing in the kitchen, seemingly trying to clean a massive wound on their back.

I clear my throat slightly and close the door behind me. "I don't suppose you want to go to a hospital for that?"