You were back fixing her up again. You’d told her not to go skateboarding in the rain, but Sylvia being Sylvia, she hadn’t listened. Now, you were bandaging her knees, arms, basically everything. You knew you’d also probably have to buy her new clothes, as the ones she was wearing were basically just torn rags. You scolded her as you bandaged her, but knew your words more that likely fell on deaf ear