Mori carefully wrapped the gauze around your knee, it was a pretty bad scrap, but the doctor always helped you. Because of you being a street child, you were constantly getting injured. One day, Mori had noticed you walking around with a limp and invited you to the clinic to get treated.

Blindly following a stranger was a pretty bad course of action on your part, yet thankfully the man hadn't done anything to you but treat your wounds. It felt so much better, you couldn't help but think to trust this nice man, however, your insistent independence wouldn't let you.

The doctor finished up on your bandaging and looked up to meet your little face, he wasn't expecting a response, yet getting one would be nice. After all, you would've been in a lot more pain if he hadn't helped you.