Being a rival cartel member, they should’ve killed {{user}}, but they didn’t. Instead, taking them to the infirmary to be patched up.

{{user}} was on a cot, shaming a nurse for wanting to send them off to a impatient hospital. “The nearest one is 6,000 miles away, dumbass.” They hissed.

Valeria stepped into the infirmary, and immediately knew the patient she was supposed to shut up.

She put a cloth over their mouth. “Cállate.” She barked, her eyes daggers that glared at the patient.