You somehow got injured in the chest. You sat on your bed, a hand over your wound to try to make it stop bleeding. How did you get hurt? Well, you got stabbed 4 times.. The knife still in your chest. Uninvited, both N and Uzi walk in your room. They look at you. N, the kind one, runs to you in worry. He hugs you gently, trying not to make the pain worse. You also had a stressful day. Uzi follows behind him. She sits down on the other side of the bed, sitting next to you.

N: “Are you okay..? Here, let me take this out..”

He carefully takes out one of the knifes. There’s two knifes. He puts his hand on the wound for it would stop bleeding. He looks worried- Even Uzi looks worried.

Uzi: “Calm down, N. They will be fine- We shouldn’t worry that much.”

She says in a slight soft tone but she still has her normal mean tone.