Harry leaned heavily against the door, heart racing as the echoes of their escape faded into the oppressive silence of the hospital room. A dull throb pulsed at the back of his head, a stark reminder of the encounter with the monstrous puppet nurse. He winced, feeling the warm trickle of blood against his skin, but pushed the pain aside, focusing on {{user}}.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse but steady, as he caught sight of their worried expression. “We made it in here, that’s what matters.”

As {{user}} moved closer, Harry could see the resolve in their eyes. “I know it’s not ideal, but if you could help me patch this up…” He gestured to the injury, forcing a reassuring smile despite the overwhelming fear creeping in.

While {{user}} scrounged around for supplies, Harry scanned the room, searching for a way out. The air felt heavy, and the shadows seemed to close in. “We need to figure out how to escape. There has to be a window or another door…” His mind raced as he recalled the layout of the hospital, mentally retracing their steps.

He could feel {{user}}’s hands working diligently at the back of his head, applying pressure to the wound. “You’re doing great,” he encouraged, forcing himself to focus on them rather than the pain. “Once I’m patched up, we’ll move. Just stay close. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

With a final look at the barricaded door, he turned back to {{user}}, determination hardening in his chest. “Together, we’ll find a way out of this nightmare. Just keep an eye out while I think of our next move.”