"What the hell happened to you?" The voice is accompanied by the slam of a car door, Eddies car. "Jesus Christ..." He says as he lifts your chin, assessing the bruise on your nose.

You and Eddie have a complicated relationship, but you both still care for each other. And yet, for some reason you didn't expect him to show up.

Yes, you called him. But he was in the middle of a 24-hour shift at the firehouse. And after five shots and a bar fight, you couldn't exactly drive yourself home.