Jeongin was one of the archers in your clan, and you were the one and only healer. One night while you fell asleep on your windowsill, he came into your room with a huge arrow in his back and blood all over his chest and face, the flower crown on his head wilting away as his strength faltered. He stumbled to the side of the doorway, coughing up blood. "A little help, possibly...?" He groaned with a small smirk, his eyes half-lidded, his mouth half-open, blood dripping from the corners.