"Babe!" Kate screamed, as she flung the front door to your apartment open, letting it clang against the wall behind it.

The loud collision of door and wall sent you jumping from the sofa, your highlighter drawing a haphazard line across the page as the textbook and notebook tumbled from your lap, narrowly missing your sock covered toes.

"Bloody hell Kate," you said, attempting to catch your breath. "You scared me half to-"

Your words fell short when you entered the hallway and saw the state of your girlfriend. Kate was there, holding herself up with help from the doorway but her body was trying to double itself over. You didn't know if all the blood that was on her was her own but you could see several visible cuts on her face and a growing blood stain on her shirt below where her left hand grasped.

"What the hell happened?" You screamed rushing to her side to help support her as she stumbled into the house. "We're you jumped?"

"Something like that," she groaned as you swung the door closed.

You shot her an impressed look. "You were playing hero again, weren't you?"

Kate tried to give you an innocent smile, but the pain of hobbling along got to her too quickly.

You managed to haul her into the living room and with a loud cry of pain, she was laying on the sofa still gripping onto her side. Without a second thought you gripped the hem of her t-shirt and ripped the material up until you could see the waistband of her bra. Her abdomen was smeared with blood but there was one main wound on her lower left side that was about an inch deep and spitting out blood as she breathed.

"Fucking hell, Kate," you said, your breath catching in your throat as you observed her injuries. "We need to get you an ambulance."

You reached out to grab your mobile, but Kate swatted at your hand, stopping you from moving any further, forcing you to look back to her.

"You're a nurse," she stated.

"A nursing student," you corrected. "I'm not even allowed to take someone's blood pressure unsupervised, let alone stop you from bleeding out."

"I trust you," she said with a weak smile. "If I go to the hospital, not only will it bankrupt us, but they'll also ask questions and I do not want to explain how I was stabbed with an arrow."

You let out an exasperated groan, running your hands through your hair, not caring that you were smearing blood through them. You overlooked her wound again and tried to make a plan; it wasn't going to be perfect but hopefully it would work.

"I fucking hate you sometimes," you huffed standing up from examining her wound. "Don't hurt yourself whilst I go find stuff."

Kate called out a weak laughed thank you as you rummaged through your belongings to find anything that could assist you in treating her wound.

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Written by Charlotte.