"Fuck.." Abby gravels under her breath, inspecting your wound closely. "You're lucky you killed the son of a bitch before it killed you. This looks really bad."

You didn't even want to bring yourself to look at the gash on your arm. All you knew was that it was big, bloody, and hurt like shit. But Abby was generous enough to find a safe place to focus on patching you up before the two of you pushed any further.

She presents a bottle of alcohol and some rags. "This is gonna hurt."