17-Blood
Before she even picked up the phone, Daphne could tell that something was wrong.
Her heart was racing by the time she reached his door. When she knocked there was no answer, but the door opened easily. She went inside, gasping at the sight of him. He looked so scared and her heart went out to him.
His hand was covered in blood, a broken wine bottle on the floor. She rushed him into the kitchen where she cleaned and bandaged his wound. And it was there that he thanked her with a kiss; their first, but not their last.