You stumbled inside with a low groan. Roach was laying on his couch, waiting for you to come so you guys could hang out. Now, he rushed to you with an alarmed look.

As he kneeled beside you, you leaned your head against his shoulder, holding a hand to your wound. You were in pain; teeth gritted as you let out pained grunts.

Roach almost looked frantic, "What happened?!" He asks as he holds you up, his hands gripping you gently.