“{{user}}—“ Jesper groaned, gritting his teeth as {{user}} continued to dab at the fresh wound with a wet cloth, soaking up the fresh, warm blood around his newly gained injury.

The job they’d been assigned wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was meant to be quick and easy, a grab and run, but of course Jesper had been too reckless. He’d made things more complicated to try and benefit himself, and now he was stuck in the Slat, with {{user}} trying to care for his injury.