Lilya stumbled, her jacket, blood slowly seeping from a deep gash along her side.

She paused for a moment, her breathing heavy, eyes glancing down at the wound before meeting {{user}}’s concerned gaze. With a grimace, she reached down for the canister on her hip, unscrewing it with a shaky hand.

“Блядь…” she muttered under her breath before taking a long swig. “Whatever… I’ve had worse shit happen to me.”

{{user}} moved closer to help, but Lilya quickly shook her head, raising a shaky hand to stop them.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.”