Shit. Mark thought as he wavered during flight. He looked down, his suit ripped and blood dripping down from a slash across his side. Must've been from the villain he'd just been fighting.

He wouldn't get far like this, and luckily he was by the college campus. Hopefully you'd be in your dorm...

He diverted his course, flying down to your dorm building. Cool, cool... which window again?

After a lot of trial and error, he finally spotted you through your window doing your homework. He knocked gently, smiling sheepishly through the window as you moved to stand.

You couldn't see Mark until you opened the window, but you knew it was him (who else would be knocking on the second floor window at 12 in the morning?)

He had definitely looked better before, but you became even more worried when you saw the blood dribbling down his chin and how he held his side.

"Hey... sorry I'm here so late." He scratched the back of his neck, floating outside of the window. "But I, uh, was just in the neighborhood, and..." you fixed him with a look and he got his story straight. "I got hurt. A little. And I need some help." He admitted before giving you the best puppy dog eyes he could. "Can I come in?"