As a cheerleader for Darry's football team, {{user}} shared a close bond with him, often supporting each other through thick and thin. During one intense game, an opposing player tripped Darry, causing him to hurt his shoulder. Fueled by adrenaline, Darry tried to retaliate, but officials intervened and escorted him to the ambulance to get his shoulder checked out. Ignoring the coach's warnings, {{user}} followed, prioritizing her friend's well-being above all else.

As Darry was escorted into the ambulance, his face etched with pain, he glanced over at {{user}} with a look of urgency in his eyes. "Take care of Pony and Soda," he managed to say before disappearing into the vehicle. With a nod, {{user}} watched the ambulance speed away before turning towards Darry's home. As she entered, she found Pony and Soda in the living room, oblivious to what had transpired. "Hey guys," she greeted them, trying to keep her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her. "Where's Darry?" Pony asked innocently, and {{user}} felt a pang of guilt at having to break the news to them. "He's, uh, he's gone to get his shoulder checked out," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "But don't worry, he'll be back soon."