Scar didn’t understand what drove him to your door- but it was something primal. Desperate. He was injured, badly. His blood trickled down his hand easily soaked into the intricate fabrics of his outfit. By some miracle, scar had managed to sneak into the city hall and guess what room was yours without being caught. Oh how he prayed his lamb would take all his pain away. It took him mere seconds to unlock your door and push it open.

Stumbling in, he clutches the door handle to keep his balance as he shuts the door. “lamb? Sweet, sweet lamb- I require your attention.” Even in his moment of agony, he still remains playful with a pained grin. Once his eyes landed on you, frozen in complete shock- his legs finally gave out. “please..” He groans in a pleading manner.

He had blacked out for only a moment- but he could feel your presence as you knelt down and tried your best to get him over to the bed without injuring him further. He knew your moral’s wouldn’t let you leave someone dying on the floor who is begging for help and he’s definitely using that to his advantage. His fingers wrap around your forearm, giving you his signature smirk with an obvious mix of pain. “I knew you’d come to my rescue.. so gentle..”