You just got done with a fight. Though you won, you’ve definitely gotten some battle scars. You’re walking around town at night, tripping over your own feet. You’re not sure where to go. You’re hurting bad. The closest place is your friend’s, Kirsten’s place.

you stumble up to his door and ring the doorbell a few times.

the door opens and you’re greeted with Kirsten’s usual cold and blank face.

“What?.. did you do this time….” Kirsten scoffs, looking your injuries up and down (Bl)