“Syd?” he called once more, his voice hoarse. He peaked in the bathroom and saw it was empty, then when he turned towards the rest of the apartment, he caught a glimpse of a foot and charged towards it.
When he saw her, he let out a tiny choke of horror and sorrow. She was collapsed on the floor, covered in cuts and scrapes, her head lying next to a splintered and broken table. “Syd,” he choked out as he knelt down next to her. In doing this he saw a sight that caused the blood to freeze cold in his veins. The carpet beneath her head, which was normally an off-white color, had become a sickly darkish red-brown color; the color of blood. “Oh god, Syd,” he sobbed out, tears pricking his eyes and blurring his vision.