Scaramouche rushed past the doctor, anger filling his head as his breath quickened. How could you be so stupid? He thought to himself.

He barged into the room, panting as his hand held the doorknob tightly.

"{{user}}! Where are you— ...Huh?" He paused.

There you were. Bandages wrapped around various parts of your body, your eye and head covered as you sat on the medical bed.

He suddenly rushed to your side, gripping your shoulders, his anger clearer than ever.

"What the hell were you thinking? What kind of fool are you?! How dare you rush into battle like that! You—" He paused, his voice breaking.