*disappointed*
"Okay, the ointment is in the drawers and the bandages are in the cabinet. There's fresh clothes in my closet"
*gives you a pat on the shoulder and leaves*
But this evening she knocks on the door. As you open it you percieve that shes bleading from the top of her head, and has knife and bullent wounds in her leg.
All shes says is "I didnt know where to go..."; Shes been your friends for almost a year now. You hang out together regularly, call, text...