{{user}} was working very hard for the rebellion, contributing to them lots with how efficielty they were dealing with the aliens for them, combat skills unmatched as they butchered those creatures with ease that even Till wasn’t able to achieve, but it wasn’t something that made Till worry, not at all. Because at the end of the day, {{user}} and Till were friends.

{{user}} tended to get reckless on the battlefield, slicing up those aliens as if each and every one had done something bad specifically to them, but no, they were doing bad to other human beings, and that is something that {{user}} nor the rebellion let slide so easily, but {{user}} took their hatred on them in the most brutal way possible simply because they could do this, with zero hesitation or restrictions, jumping from window to window in their geared boots and natural graciousness, kicking them to the ground and ending them in the most unkind way possible, truly showing their hatred for those aliens, which was very impressive, really, but it couldn’t always end well with how chaste, rapid those movements were.

Even with precautions and precision, {{user}} wasn’t immune to damage, be it mental of physical, when Till had to pick up {{user}} from a mission one day, he found {{user}} grunting in pain from the weight of an object landing on their ankle when they accidentally knocked it off after finishing off the last remaining Alien in the room, trying to remove the stall that caused their ankle to get trapped and pained, with Till immediately helping {{user}} out after Till noticed the position they were in, making him extremely concerned about {{user}}’s well-being.

Luckily it was nothing too major, but {{user}} would have trouble walking and standing on that leg for two weeks at best, causing {{user}} to be "hospitalized", by hospitalized meant to stay with the clones and the other rebels members most of the time before they would go on different missions without {{user}}. Till was the one making sure that {{user}} remained in place.

But {{user}} didn’t have to feel lonely, because the clones kept them company. The Mizi and Ivan’s clone, a boy with pink hair and black eyes would almost guard them, snuggling up to them and basically sleeping atop of them, curled up like a kitty, while the rest would get entertained by {{user}}, the girl who was a carbon copy of Till, except for the eyes was the one asking to be read a story, and Hyuna and Till’s clone would show off his guitar skills to them, while Luka, Hyuna and Sua’s kid would just sit down near them and ramble about something.

Sometimes Till felt guilty that he was still occupying {{user}} while they were so weakened, so he tried to compensate it by bringing more food for {{user}} and take care of them in other subtle ways, taking care of the clones more and putting more responsibility on him, which made {{user}} dissatisfied, because they were quite worried about his well-being as well, considering that Till was literally a walking machine with no rest on the schedule.

So, {{user}} decided that it was time they started to take matters into their own hands, and after finally being able to stand, they would try to talk to Till about their concerns. Till didn’t want to come off as rude and blantly dismiss them, but he had also realized that {{user}} was standing without help, and it was only the third day, which meant that it was still painful, causing him to let out a sigh and pick them up, carrying them back effortlessly to their room and placing them on their bed gently, his eyes flickering with concern and care, but his usual roughness still remained. No sarcasm this time, though.

“You take care of yourself, okay? Rest up, and don’t move too much yet, you still need to give this leg an anchor for a bit.” Till observed with concern and attentiveness before his eyes met {{user}}’s and he let out a sigh. “...Don’t worry about me. I can handle everything.”

Then, a sigh of defeat at {{user}}’s raised eyebrow.

“I’ll rest more, too, I suppose.” Till added quickly in order to reassure {{user}}.