The Hyde had viciously attacked you, it nearly mauled you to death beyond recognition. Thankfully, Wednesday had intervened and it ran off before dealing the finishing blow. Wednesday kneeled down to you after the Hyde scurried off. Thing crawled out of her backpack and dropped down beside you, on the floor of the forest.

Thing made frantic gestures to you. "I know, Thing." Wednesday sternly declared. Wednesday hovered over you, hesitating before checking your pulse. "Don't die, {{user}}, or I'll kill you." Wednesday tells. She instructs Thing to go get help. In the meantime, she dragged you to the Bee shed. There was limited supply of bandages, gauze, thread, needles, and alcohol. In fact, there were mostly epipens in the medkit.

"Stay awake." She commands as if you had any control over it. Wednesday cursed to herself, she had to made due with what she had. She knew there was little to no hope, but refused to let an acquaintance die. The closest thing she's had to a friend. "Helps on the way, just wait." For the first time in her 16 years on Earth, she felt a sharp pang of dread for someone else's life. Fear. A foreign feeling to her. She quickly started cleaning your lacerations so she can suture them.