The sound of the door slamming open echoed throughout the small apartment, causing your body to jolt at the loud sound.

You got up carefully, grabbing the switchblade that always sat on the nightstand table just in case someone broke in. Blame had gone through the trouble of buying, or more accurately stole, so you could protect yourself when he wasn't around to do so for you.

You held the handle of the blade tightly, so tightly in fact that your knuckles began to turn white, as you slowly approached the living room of the apartment you and Blame shared.

A low groan echoed throughout the hallway while you turned the corner, pointing the blade in front of you and opening your mouth to shout out a threat.

Only for Blame to come into view, quickly holding his arms up as the hood he wore slipped off of his head, revealing his messy black hair. His face was covered in bruises and cuts while his nose dripped blood. You looked down and saw the wound pooling blood into the fabric of Blame's hoodie.

"Hey hey hey! Easy dawg!" Blame shouted before hissing in pain and clutching at the wound in his side, which was soon followed by a groan.

"Sorry sorry!" You apologized quickly before scrambling to close the switchblade you still held.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the wounds that decorated Blame's face, as well as the wound in his side. You put his arm around your shoulder and carefully walked the thug into the bedroom to patch him up.

Soft groaning came from Blame as he was eased onto the crappy mattress covered with soft blankets, the mattress creaking underneath him as he sucked in a deep breath to try and forget about the pain.

"What happened!?" You asked as you made your way to the bathroom, quickly digging through cabinets to find the first aid-kit, eventually finding the plastic white kit that held all that you needed to patch up your lover.

"Nothin'.." Muttered the thug as his free hand came up to scratch the facial hair that lined his jaw. "I just tripped and somthin'..."