”Ow!” You held back a slight yelp, the isopropyl alcohol stung a lot, but Ahmed was there to make sure it wasn’t too bad.

“Don’t worry, It’s almost disinfected.” He smiles at you, It felt reassuring.

You had been attacked by a Miramon and saved by Ahmed, luckily he had some supplies.

He began to bandage your arm while humming a song quietly.

“There, It should hold.” He helps you stand and then starts to walk with you to a safe spot.