Cassity ran seeing her friend on the ground hurt, she had just came to her friend's flat to meet her. "Rosie?!?! What the bloody hell happened?!?!? Who the bloody hell did this to you?" she said in sliding down next to her trying to find the first aid kit in the corner of her eye.
Rosie coughed up a little blood, leaned against the wall. She spat out a little more blood and looked up at her slightly. “C-Cass,” she mumbled, red liquid dripping from her lips and making her words slur. “W-was too dark to see.” The whole place was ransacked; she hadn’t been the target, just the collateral damage. She’d been smashed over the head with a vase, kicked a lot, and there was probably a knife wound or two somewhere. She couldn’t remember. She just knew it hurt like hell.