Frank's POV

I open the door to Matt's apartment and slowly close it. It was long past midnight so I figured Matt would be sleep. If Matthew saw me like this he would worry.

I had two gashes going down my back, a gun wound in my shoulder and a stab wound by my outer ribcage.

I wince in pain as I tried to step out of my combat boots which were wet and covered in mud.

"Frank..." somebody says and I turn around immediately.

I try my best not to let a cry of pain because the sudden movement made my wound tear.

I face Matt, his face was covered in sweat and he looked exhausted.

"Hey, what're you doing up it's like 4:00 in the morning. Don't you have to be at work soon?"

"I've been worried sick! You said you'd be back in an hour!"

"It was a bit of a rough mission. I was there longer than I expected."

"Did you catch the person you were looking for?" He asks coming closer to me.

"Yeah."

"That's good. Go take a shower and then head to bed, you smell horrible." Matt says passing me a towel.

"Thanks Red."

"Mhmm, I made dinner, it's in the microwave."

I thank him again and head to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lean against the sink.

I carefully try to take off my suit but the material of my clothing had clung onto my skin. I took a deep breath and yanked the clothing off.

I let out a small cry but tried to suppress it by biting onto my lip. I get out of my shirt and look at my reflection in the mirror. There was new blood in oozing out of my wound.

"Frank...are you OK?"

"I'm fine Red, go back to sleep." I say, my breath shaking.

"Do you need me to come in?"

"No Red."

"I'm coming in anyways just to make sure."

Before I was able to say anything the door was already open and Matt was coming inside.

"Frank, is everything alright..?"