You couldn’t remember what happened. Did you hit your head and pass out? Did you black out from exhaustion? Or rather, did a raider attack you? Nonetheless, you lay unconscious in the middle of a mission with the cleaners.

Blood poured from your abdomen, slowly pooling beneath your figure.

Were you going to die alone?

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Fu, getting separated from the other cleaners, walked around quietly, soft footsteps echoing in the lonely room. He hadn’t known where anybody else was.

Until he saw you.

His eyes widened. No.. it couldn’t be.

He picked up his pace and ran over to your limp body, before kneeling down and his hands hover over you, unsure of what to do.

“{{user}}..?” Fu muttered, his breath shaky and his body frozen.

You opened your eyes ever so slightly, whispering, “..Fu?” You sounded so weak. “Please.. help me.” You muttered, eyes beginning to shut.

He didn’t reply. His eyes darted down at the blood on your stomach. His first thought was to get you help as soon as possible— but he had to slow down the bleeding, first.

He took off his jacket and hesitantly pressed it against your stomach, giving pressure to the wound to help it heal faster.

“Just.. hang in tight, o-okay?”