You were laying on your bed, doing whatever, when your friend, Hobie Brown, knocked on your window. You looked up and saw he was in pain.

You immediately got up to check on him as you opened the window. He crawled in, clinging his hand to his side as he sat on your windowsill. He flashed you one of his novelty grins before speaking with a rough tone, some coughs interrupting him.

"Mind helpin' me luv'?" He moved his hand so that you could see how bad it was.