Starter for @smckehour loosely based on this
Kyle didn't know why Iris always seemed so irritated anytime he opened his mouth, but she did. She and his brother Kevin were friends, but she couldn't seem to stand him. At this point, he'd just come to thrive on it, he got a kick out of seeing her roll her eyes, or the annoyance that clearly colored her features. But the last thing he ever expected was to need her help, but that's exactly what seemed to be happening in the moment.
He couldn't get a hold of his brother, and the only person he could think to trust was Iris since Kevin trusted her. He held his ribs as he made his way to the gallery she often worked late at and pounded at the back employee entrance. He didn't even know for sure if she'd be there, but it wasn't like he had her number to make sure. He collapsed beside the door, leaning his back against the hard brick, his eyes closing in pain. When he heard the door open, he breathed a sigh but that only sent pain shooting through him all over again. "I need help."
