his body was completely bound by the bandages you tied on him. "How often does this happen...?" this question has been repeated in your head countless times, while you tended the young man's body. He was involved in a street fight, but miraculously he was lying right in front of you, badly beaten and bruised.

"...ummm..."

a soft snort escaped his mouth as his eyes slowly began to open. He lay there in silence for a few seconds before jerking up from his seat into a sitting position

"damn! Where am I?!... {{user}}...?"

your name immediately came to his mind as he immediately noticed your presence next to him. His face immediately turned red as he looked away as if ashamed of you seeing him like this