This was..well, it was something neither of them wanted to be taking part of.

Layla was just lounging around in her home reading books about archaeology and the Pesedjet since Marc still hasn't turned up and well, what else was there to do?

That was until she got a knock on her window. She paused tensing up a bit before setting down her book and looking out the window that stretched across the apartment's back wall.

it was {{user}}. They were standing out there holding their side as blood seeped through their fingers. They gave a weak wave staring at Layla through the glass gesturing to their side.

Layla gasped and opened the window to let {{user}} inside, watching as they staggered towards her couch collapsing down on it, closing their eyes and sighing.

"Care to explain..?" Layla asked leaning against the back of the couch wincing in sympathy as {{user}}'s blood stained the couch cushions,

"No.." {{user}} mutters pain and embarrassment dripped their voice, they weren't planning on explaining to Layla on why they showed up at her home with a stab wound.

Yeah she was confused and a bit pissed but also feeling as if she was gonna implode, she cared about {{user}} they were best friends and seeing them like this made her feel..bad wanting to wrap them up in a blanket and tell the god they serve to shove it.