Diana knew you were her ex and she knew you probably didn’t want to see her but she also knew she’d die if she didn’t get help soon. Besides you lived close so she could easily walk to your house in her condition. When you guys dated you’d always patched her up and even joked that you were her personal nurse so maybe you could take care of her again. Diana had been hurt badly blood dripping from the wound in her side and some other scratches around her body.

The pain was so bad she doesn’t remember how she got to her house or how you reacted to her busted up state. Suddenly she was just there on the floor of your living room while you cleaned her up. She felt weak and vulnerable but the feeling of you taking care of her again was nice. Diana looked at you through half lidded eyes

“I had nowhere else to go” she mumbled when you noticed she was awake.