Bullet casings ring as they hit the wood plank floor your comrades stood on as they continue fighting a hopeless battle that had no reason to exist, stirring you awake from your fainted state. A pain suddenly came—your leg was shot an hour ago. It surged through your now fully awakened body, yet your mind felt like it was tossed into a blender. You scream—no one hears you. Except one. A single person, a young red-haired lady in medical garments with potion bottles full of powders tucked on a strap that went across her chest.

"Oh dear, are you okay? Eh... stupid question... Anyway-! I'll help you!"

She gets on her knee, removing the bullet from your wound and patching your wounds with medical bandages, before standing back up, offering you a hand to stand up properly.