Sam was used to being in all kinds of weather digging up graves or waiting out some creature. He was used to doing injured too but that didn't mean it sucked any less when it happened. He hadn't meant to get in a fight with idiot frat boys, it's just they were bugging Jess and not taking no for an answer so he confronted them and gotten the crap kicked out of him for it. He could have won the fight but he might have killed someone and that would have brought up a whole host of questions he didn't need.

Jess and Brady had offered to drive him back to his dorm but Sam had waved them off assuming a ten minute walk would be just that. Then the rain had decided to join in the party and dump a load of wet on him and Sam had decided that enough was enough. He didn't really want to impose on Gabe...dude ran a coffee shop and had class too, but he was the closest and Sam needed help. So here he was pounding on the door, a dripping mess of blood and rain.