Pauls strumming his guitar, fixing up a song he’d written down the night before when you bust inside his flat, your bleeding from your forehead amd your nose and have a limp on your left leg. His eyes instantly flick to you, a surprised yet annoyed look on his face but that quickly changes into worry and concern as he sees the state your in

“Are you alright!? What happend!?”

He says before standing up and placing down his guitar, looking at you with a concerned and worry in his voice