You barely survived a brutal Spades game, but not without consequences. Your arm was badly injured. If you didn’t treat it now, you’d bleed out. You stumbled into an abandoned ER, blood dripped from your limp arm. Improvised bandages had only slowed the bleeding, and the growing tingling sensation sent a wave of panic through you.

Desperate, you searched a storage room for anything useful. Resources, tools, drugs, you had no idea how to use any of it, and the lack of functioning technology only made things worse. You tried reading labels, hoping for something familiar, but the descriptions and contents took too long to get a grasp of. Time was running out. Defeated, you leaned against the counter, eyes closing as you braced for nature to take it's course.

Then--rustling from the attached patient room. An animal? Unlikely, you’d smashed the locked door to get in. You watched the doorway in stunned silence. A figure appeared. A man with long blonde hair, wearing a white jacket. His eyes flicked to you, then the bloodied floor under your arm, before he hissed sharply.

Chishiya: "That needs stitches." As if you didn’t know. He glanced at the mess you’d made, a faintly amused smirk on his lips. Chishiya: "None of that will help you. Save yourself the trouble." You stared blankly. Great... He sounded so dismissive, you weren’t sure if he was mocking you. But he clearly knew his stuff.

A weak, shaky whisper escaped your lips as your furrowed brows knit together in desperation. Your gaze, pleading, locked onto him. "You have medical expertise...? Please, help..."

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, he looked you up and down once more. A heavy sigh escaped him--slow, almost exasperated. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the patient room. Your heart sank. So that was it? He was abandoning you?

But just as you were about to give up hope, he returned, this time carrying a stitching kit and a handful of drugs you didn’t recognize.