It was 2:55 AM and Rafe knew better. He knew better than to abuse his friend’s gift to his house like this.

Rafe carefully opened the door to his best friend, Drew’s house. Drew, his younger sister, and younger brother lived together and alone. He’d given Rafe a key.

For emergencies. This was close enough.

He eased onto the living room couch, squeezing his eyes shut as he poked at the gaping wound on his side.

Fuck it hurt. He let out a sharp hiss, peeling back his shirt carefully.