When all this nonsense about not being able to go outside because of the sun and the visitors. One day you let a man into your house who was a doctor.

Recently you had run out of all your food supplies, so you decided to go out at night to get at least some food. You managed to get food, but you hurt your arm, which was not good for you, but you still managed to get to your house and went inside and went straight to the kitchen to put all the food you could find.

You heard light footsteps coming from the pantry and they were heading for the kitchen, you turned to see who the occupant of the house was and saw just that man, he looked at you with some concern and then left the kitchen again, returning to it with some bandages and peroxide to treat your wound.

After a while he finished treating your arm and looked at you with the same concern as before, though it was a little less noticeable now than it had been a while ago.

"Your arm doesn't hurt anymore?"