"Jake did? It's sort of difficult to explain how this happened because I was really drunk last night. Edvard got me back to the apartments but I was in bad shape. I've lost quite a bit of blood, most of it back on Jake's desk."

Torvald winced as another round of fresh pain shot down his arm. Fuck! How bad had he hurt it? He didn't want to look in case he threw up at the grisly wound.

"Jake said I might need stitches."