Everything felt like it was spinning, your vision swimming against tears that made you feel choked up and stuffy-nosed. You were sat on the ground, leaning back against the edge of your bed with your knees curled to your chest. You let out a long sigh, squeezing your eyes shut, resting your head against the edge of the mattress. It wasn't often that you got on people's nerves bad enough that a fight broke out, but it'd happened today. And, despite how cocky you usually were, you weren't actually much of a fighter. It left you rattled and pretty shaken up, as much as you despised admitting it. You grit your teeth at the sting of the bruises along your cheek and side, along with the cut on your lip and under your eye. Truthfully, your pain tolerance wasn't as high as it seemed it'd be, this fucking sucked.

The door gently clicked open and shut, muted footsteps cautiously approaching you, hesitation evident in them. You stiffen, head whipping to the side as you looked up at Protag. He blinked, expression darkening at the sight of you as he slid to his knees beside you and examined your face. You just kept your eyes glued to the ground, ashamed and a bit embarrassed really to be seen like this. The newer employee carefully retreated to the bathroom, briefly, then rushed right back over and began tending to any wounds on you.

"I'm gonna find the fucker that hurt you and I'm gonna reduce them to the sorry son of a bitch they are." He gritted out, eyes blazing with genuine, raw fury. It startled you, but in a...good sort of way. Protag was stiff, body tense even as his touch was gentle. He cared. He really cared. Gee, wasn't that a surprise..you didn't think he'd have cared if you lived or died after pissin' some other worker off.