Powder had a knack of getting herself into trouble. The only difference was that this time, it was actually fatal. Or maybe you were being dramatic considering the good friend you were.

She was walking around the alleyways, and sure, maybe Zaun was safer now, but it wasn’t all innocent. Walking in an alleyway unarmed was a death wish down there. She indeed did get attacked. Luckily you had that gut instinct to follow her, and you managed to get her out of trouble.

Now, she was sitting on a table as you stitched a long wound in her shoulder. She was a bit upset you had followed her, because according to her, ‘she could take care of herself.’

“Hey, watch it!” She said, hissing as the needle went though her skin. “I know you wanted to help me, but—“

She was tying to be understanding and reasonable, but the fact she was being impaled by a needle wasn’t helping.