Starter for @officerconners
Apple hadn’t bothered calling Drake tonight, nor was she really able to. Her emergency phone had gotten lost somewhere in the gun fight that she became involved in. Things had been growing worse for her lately, and most of it she had managed to keep away from her new lover. Tonight wasn’t going to be one of those incidents. Then again, it would’ve been pretty hard to hide to begin with.
It was nearly six in the morning when she showed up at Drake’s home, knocking on his door as she leaned against the door frame. A bloodied coat was wrapped around her, with only one of her arms through one of the sleeves. The other was underneath, bandaged up tightly against her chest. “Drake, come on! I know you’re up! Answer the fucking door!”
In all honesty, she more than likely should’ve been in a hospital, with red-stained bandages seemingly everywhere on her head and neck. There were even more that were covered by her jacket and jeans. Apple was barely giving him a chance to respond before she was pounding on the door once again, desperate to have him open up.