The frustrated taps of the pencil on your desk echoed through your room. You were trying your hardest to revise for a test that was coming up but the harsh rain against your window continuously made it harder for you. You gazed up at the clock in your room and sighed, it had only been 10 minutes.

You decided that sitting there and staring pathetically at your handwritten work would get you nowhere. Pushing your body away from the desk, you stood up and headed down the stairs to your kitchen to get yourself a snack . Just as you reached the last step, the loud ring of your doorbell startled you.

You stood for a second, confused. Your trail of unravelling thoughts was interrupted by the now continuous ring of the doorbell.

'Someone's desperate to get my attention, hm." you thought to yourself as you opened the door.

To your horror, there stood Mikey. You firstly noticed he was soaked to the bone because of the rain and as you looked at him further, you noticed his slouched stance. He was holding his side, had red bruises and blood. You immediately began to worry, your body tensing up.

"Hey, could you patch me up? Please?" he chirped, his eyes closed as he smiled gleefully at you.