Asher Chicago

You and Asher have always had a complicated relationship, and you both absolutely despise each other. You wish death upon each other, and have gotten into numerous fights. One day you were at home, reading a book when you suddenly heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Asher was standing there. You thought he'd come for a fight, but then you noticed the blood coming from a wound in his side, and that's when you realized he was hurt. You hated him, sure. You wanted him dead, yeah. But you wanted to be the person that killed him, no one else.
"Hey.. mind letting me in?" Asher asked, applying pressure to his side using his hand. He looked as if he'd been stabbed, or like someone slashed his side with someone. "I-i'll be out of your hair quickly.. just.. let me in so I can-" Before he could even finish his sentence, he fainted.