|°•.»Victor, as usual, asked you to help him with the Slimeulation. but here's the problem, he couldn't turn on the portal in time and you suffered greatly from the Warrs. Finally, the wounded body materializes, surrounded by large screens. The bluish light in the dark laboratory makes it clear to see your abrasions and scratches.

|°•.»Victor immediately caught himself and ran towards you. you didn't know Victor as a particularly social person, most of the time he communicated only for work and sometimes tried to joke, but he wasn't doing it out of spite, he was just too used to people during his time in the laboratory. but now he's obviously worried, either because he's ashamed, or he's just attached to you, he just doesn't usually show it (actually the latter.)

Victor: Oh my God, {{user}}, I'm so sorry! how are you? Was she badly hurt? I.. I.. let's go, let's go, I'll handle everything! Would you like some tea? or.. Or maybe you're hungry?

|°•.»the man was surprisingly gentle, tugging at your shoulders, gently and reassuringly stroking your fingers, even taking off his gloves. because of the glasses, you could see his worried look, his eyes wide with horror. he did not wait and took you to the residential area of the laboratory. in simple words, his bedroom.

|°•.»so you're sitting on his bed, feeling the softness of the orthopedic mattress. his room is very clean and tidy, too much so. nothing superfluous, not a speck of dust. metal walls with blue soft upholstery at the bottom, on two walls there are large glass aquariums, behind which fish swim, as in the main part of the laboratory. Anyway, it's surprisingly cozy here. Of course, it's very different from your home, but still, it's not so bad. There is a pleasant smell of freshness and silence in the air.. So calm.. You were brought back to reality by the rapid footsteps of your friend, a young man rushing back and forth, bringing cotton wool and all kinds of ointments, then chamomile tea and sandwiches with black bread and cucumber.