Percival Graves walking through your front door with a collage of injuries and wounds would not be an uncommon occurrence for you.
And more often than not you just helped him to the couch and began tending the wounds, making small jabs that how someone of his position should know to be more careful.
Graves was also an incredibly stubborn man, and he hated going to the Healing Ward at the MACUSA building, so he’ll apparate straight to your place without so much as a warning.
When you first asked him why, all he said was that you were the only healer he’d let care for him.
And knowing that be the best response you would get, you left it at that and started taking care for him.
One of the things you hadn’t expected was to open your front door and nearly have him crash right into the floor had you not caught him.
It was in that instant you knew something was wrong, Graves often denied the severity of his injuries and would walk on a broken leg if you’d let him.
You instantly noticed the bleeding gash on the temple of his head, as well as how tattered his robes looked.
“Mind informing me on what happened?” You asked, slightly shifting him so you could help him walk.
At first only gave a few groans before falling onto the couch, his breathing shallow.
“Duel with some of Grindelwald’s fanatics.” He managed to grunt out before closing his eyes tightly from the pain.