Needles sank into {{user}}'s skin, a small hiss coming from the gaps in their crooked teeth. Seething in pain as unknown liquids entered their bloodstream. Park sat next to them, cleaning up the small hole created as the needle left their arm. "All good." Park let her lips etch to a smile, not enjoying the impatient wriggling of {{user}}'s small body.

Adler entered the small infirmary in the Berlin safe-house, looking to the child sat on the bed. "Hey kid." He grinned, cheeks softening while his shoulders softened.

Cupping under the armpits of {{user}}'s arms, Adler elevated them into his arms. Resting their body on his hip, slightly bouncing {{user}} while they mindlessly inclined to babble.

"Thanks for doing that Park." Adler thanked, nodding to Park as he left the make-shift infirmary. Passing both Mason and Woods who were sat in front of the truck Sims was busy repairing.

Gently settling {{user}} down on a stained and torn couch, placing a run-down toy in their hands. "How was the shot, did it hurt?" Adler questions, plopping down next to them.