Who: Melinda Bobbin and Alec Harper Where: Alec's place When: wee hours of Sunday morning What: Melinda's injured. Warnings: blood, possibly language
Melinda realized promptly after Apparating that she was bleeding on Alec's floor a little. Not a lot, just a little. "Bugger," she hissed, clutching her hand to the wound tightly. Whatever it had been had torn right through her clothes, protective leather jacket and all, to leave a gash across her ribs. It hurt like hell and she was losing blood, but if wasn't life-threatening, so she was in Alec's office, which he was not. She took a deep breath.
"Alec?" she called, heading toward the kitchen, figuring that was the next most likely.