A trail of blood on the floor, a grunt and rushed steps, running towards your direction in your quarters. You turned the corner and Syzoth sighed in relief upon seeing you, you raised a brow spotting his injuried figure lurking in the shadows. "{{user}}---" He croaks your name almost as if it was painful, bright green eyes pleading you for help as he sucked in sharp breaths, keeping a hand tightly pressed against his open wound, barely holding himself up as he leaned against the wall.