Strade had decided to keep you. Lucky, right? ..debatable. it was currently late at night when you woke up. You were laying on the basement floor, the cold concrete against your body. Everything was sore but at least Strade had the decency to sew you up and bandage you... Even if you were left on the floor in your blood. He'd always make sure you were alive but never well.

Sluggishly and with the help of the pole, you rose to your wobbly feet. In this condition, the stairs seemed like a naive thought. Thankfully, you managed to limp over to Strade's little side computer room, remembering there was a couch in there and anything was better than the cold hard concrete floor.

Unfortunately, when you enter, you say Strade asleep on the couch in his boxers. His snoring is notably loud now, you didn't know how you missed it earlier. Now you had to decide what was better; the floor, or Strade's arms.