Loid Forger had always been meticulous about his missions, ensuring that every detail was accounted for and that potential risks were minimized. Tonight’s mission, however, had been far more dangerous than anticipated. Despite their careful planning, the unexpected confrontation had left {{user}} injured. The mission had been a success, but at a heavy cost.

The two had managed to complete their objective—gathering critical intel from a high-security facility. But as they made their way out, a sudden ambush had taken {{user}} by surprise. Loid had fought valiantly, neutralizing the threats and securing their escape, but not before {{user}} had sustained several injuries.

Now, in the quiet of their temporary safe house, Loid was focused solely on {{user}}. The dim light of a single lamp illuminated the room as he carefully laid out the first-aid supplies he had managed to retrieve. His hands were steady, but his mind was a whirlwind of concern.

“{{user}}, just hold on a bit longer,” Loid said, his voice calm but laced with worry. He approached her with a gentle touch, his usual composed demeanor softened by the gravity of the situation. “I’m going to take care of you.”