You searched for the roll of bandages in an abandoned store, Vi clutching her bleeding arm while holding back pained groans.

Yet again, the woman had gotten into a fight with an enforcer. Though, the enemy was armed which got Vi a shoot to her arm and leg. Usually, she’d patch it up herself and won’t speak a word about it to anyone, but it was a miracle she hadn’t passed out by now.

You, being her best friend, immediately threw her over your shoulder as if she weighed a feather at most, carried her to the nearest store and sat her on the floor as you quickly grabbed some items.

Sighing in relief when you finally found a roll of bandages and ointment, you rushed to the pink-haired girl and kneeled beside her — gently taking her arm and ripping a piece of fabric off your shirt and pouring a few drops of water from your bottle as you cleaned the wound.