You didn't have many people to go to, in all honesty. You just didn't - you were a lone wolf, and surely didn't have a family. But you were also in one of the.. shadier lines of work. So sustaining injuries wasn't very rare. What is rare, though, is when you get stabbed. And it doesn't stop bleeding when you wrap it like you usually do. And you start to feel the affects of blood loss.

"What could you possibly want-" Dexter started, opening the door. His fingers twitched on the handle when he saw you, and though his expression always wore his unhinged grin it got a little more.. serious. "Oh. Well, well." Swiftly, before you could even get a word in, he yanked you inside and out of the rain by the collar of your shirt. He closed the door. "Who was it." ... Y'know, that is, arguably, a strange line to hear from your rival/the person you hate, and that hates you.