A fist colliding with his nose made a horrible crunching sound, and Aaron fell to the floor. He wasn’t a weak man, but it was some blow and he hadn’t been expecting it. One minute one of his new customers had been complaining about the quality of his stock, and the next, he was being punched in the nose. ”Dude,” He rasped out, sitting up as his head span and he managed to stand up.
A brawl ensued, ending with smashed lamps and a very messy apartment. He wasn’t sure how it all ended, but soon, he was left on the floor, a bloody nose coupled with a lot of cuts and bruises. He was in a pretty bad state, but there was no way he could go to the hospital. What would he say? He got into a fight over the quality of his smack?
He needed help. Pulling himself up, he stumbled out of his trashed apartment, a bloody nose and a bloody lip, cuts covering him. His eyes fell on the door opposite his. He’d seen the girl that lived there, and saw the big, chunky books she carried around. Limping forwards, he banged loudly on the door, waiting for her to answer.