You’ve just lost a battle and you’re hurt. Badly.

There you are, lying almost unconscious on the floor, your heart pounding in your chest. You’ve tried calling for help for that past 10 minutes, but your attempt had gone to waste. At this point you had given up, accepting your cruel fate. That was until you heard hurried footsteps coming toward you.

You were not able to see properly but you could make out a silhouette of a tall woman approaching you with what seemed like a medical kit in her hands. She bent down to examine you and whispered softly, her voice sounded concerned and kind.

“Oh dear… You’ve been in pain for god knows how long… Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll fix you right up.”