You were sent on a mission by your capo, Bucciarati, and faced an enemy. Despite winning, they injured your abdomen. You endured the pain, finished the mission, and returned to the hideout. Collapsing on a nearby couch, you passed out.

When you woke up, soft hands were gently moving over your skin. Opening your eyes, you saw a blonde with a focused expression. Suddenly, a sharp pain on your side made you yelp. Blue eyes looked at you with sympathy and remorse.

“{{user}}, I apologize for waking you, your wounds need to be tended to. That was the last one, so, you don’t need to worry any further.”

His hands rested on the recently healed area as he fixed his posture to get a better look, just to see if he missed any small cuts.