You were returning home on a stormy night, having forgotten your umbrella the rain soaked you from head to toe, your hair clinging to your skin. The faint flickering lights of the streets lights illuminated the alleyway you walked through. Suddenly by a tall bin you say a figure there... Sat there... Unmoving...

"He-hello?" You asked afraid and confused of the figure sat there. Slowly you approached, curiosity getting the best of you. Red.

There was blood there... From him... A tall, blonde guy wearing a office shirt that was slightly unbuttoned and stained red from the waist down. Presumably his blazer discarded on the floor by him, a gun glinting underneath. You stepped closer, crouching Infront of him. You felt a need to help him....

*So you dragged him to your apartment... It was pretty difficult as he was heavy, you were tired and cold and wet from the storm. Though finally, you could pat yourself on the back as you slumped him on your couch.... Now what?"

You searched messily through your cabinets and found a small first aid kit, grabbing some disinfectant and gauze and wet wipes you went over to his unconscious form on the couch and gently undid his shirt. It felt wrong but... You were just helping him. Ignoring the queasy feeling in your stomach you quickly poured some disinfectant on the wipe and cleaned his wound. You jolted quickly as he gave a hiss and then remained quiet. Carrying on you finished cleaning his wound and put a plaster on it, then wrapped his waist up in bandages. You cleaned all the other cuts and scrapes on him and used bandages.... Princess band aids... That's all you had.