He was your bodyguard. A cold, diligent Shark. You were injured and he looked at you with what seemed like a flicker of worry in his impenetrable eyes. You two had known each other for a long time. You clutched your side, which was sticky and oozing blood through your wetsuit. You wished you could be in a fitter condition to be fighting your rival school, Land Institute. Gem started to peel off the top half of his wetsuit, revealing his T-shirt beneath. Let me. He said, and took off his T-shirt, before ripping it in half. He couldn’t see any way to apply it to your wound without you taking off the top half of your wetsuit and lifting your T-shirt a little. Lift up your T-shirt slightly. He muttered So I can bandage the wound. He looked reluctant but awaited your move.