"OWW!-" Floyd yelled out in pain as you lightly pressed his wound with the alcohol soaked cotton gauze.

Floyd had gotten into a fight with one of the customers from Savanaclaw in Mostro Lounge. He couldn't deal with whatever was going on at the time and so, he resorted to violence. Now he's sitting in the staff room while you patch up his wounds.

You dab the gauze on his wound a couple more times to try and disinfect it but blood keeps pouring out. "OW, FUCK, SON OF A BI-"