God<i>damn</i>, was that ever a mood killer.  He could hear Zee in his room, sounding like he had taken a fall and broken an ankle or something. Luckily, he'd finished cleaning up most of the party. Making his way to Zee's room, he entered without knocking.<br/><br/>"What is<i>wrong</i>with you? Can't a guy clean in pea--what the fuck!" He exclaimed.<br/><br/>Adri started into the room. "Is that blood? Are you--you're bleeding. The fuck?" He crossed the small space in three large steps, grabbing Zee's arm. "Shit--what do I--I'm calling 911--"