knock knock

alec’s knuckles rapped against the peeling paint of your apartment door. he knew he shouldn’t be here; he knew you wouldn’t be happy to see him.

but the crimson bloodstain continued to grow bigger on his shirt, despite the intense pressure he was applying with his palm. the bloom of blood stood out against the fabric, and it was all over his hands and jacket, staining them a dark, cherry red.

alec had fucked up. majorly. and he knew it.

he clutched at his side, the wound seeping out streams of blood faster than he dared to acknowledge. shaky breaths escaped his lungs as he waited for you to open the door. it was late, and he was more than certain you’d probably slam the door in his face once you saw him, but he was desperate.

“jesus, come on. where are you?” alec huffed to himself impatiently, his voice a slightly strained whisper. he tapped his boot against the ground, taking a glance down the dim hallway as he stood waiting in front of your dilapidated apartment.

finally, the door cracked open. there you were, your eyes puffy from sleep and your lips pulled in a scowl as realisation hit your face.

“alec?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes.

“yeah… can i come in?” he asked, searching your tired face. he chuckled awkwardly and slightly pained as he shifted his weight on his feet, waiting for a response.

but your eyes had darted down to his hand holding his side, and then you saw it… all the blood.

goddamn it.