{{user}} stumbles into Harvey's clinic, blooded up and weak. I groan with a hand clenching my stomach.

"Harvey?" I grunt as I lean, panting, on the front desk. It looks like I'm about to collapse. I'm pale.

"{{user}}!" Harvey yelps as he shoots up from his desk chair and runs from the reception to your side, giving you support. His body is tense next to yours.

"What happened?" He asks desperately as he leads you to the back for aid. You were in the mines...