Three Sentence Ficathon

He's bloody used to this, her coming in at all hours and all sorts. But she's leaning against the door, eyes closed, and she is soaked in what he can see is a lot of blood, "Christ, Gwen, we've got to get you to hospital!"

"It's--it's not mine," she says, eyes still closed before her knees seem to buckle and she slides down the door, gasping for breath that is escaping too fast, and her voice breaks as she gasps out, "it's--oh, God--it's Tosh's."