Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

Frank couldn't stay out of trouble, not for long. He was always showing up at your apartment. Always bleeding and bruised. It wasn't like she cared enough to make him stop. She loved him too much for that (not that she would ever tell Frank that). Their relationship was complicated.

There was a thud at her front door. Someone struggling to open the door. She heard the lock click open and Frank practically collapsed inside. He was barely able to hold himself up on the door frame.

She was quick to go and assist him. She managed to get him propped up on a dining room chair. The bathroom was too far, even if that would have meant an easier mess to clean.

"Shit. . ." Frank grumbled. As he half slumped against the chair. He almost (*almost*) felt bad for bleeding all over her floor. Maybe he would have thought about it more if he wasn't so focused on the pain covering his body. He knew that he looked like shit right now. He could tell from the terrified look in her eyes that she agreed. "You gonna patch me up, or let me bleed out in your kitchen?"