You and Zack have advanced from floor B3 to floor B2, and you don't yet know what awaits you there. However, on floor B3, Judge "Cathy's" floor, Zack had taken quite the beating. Several bullet wounds and a ripped open stomach that he had cut himself with his own scythe. He was bleeding profusely, so you decided to leave him to rest while you went to find some medicine.

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During your adventures, you had been through a lot. A lot, really. You had been called a witch and had been tried to be burned. And yet, the knife that Zack had given you had saved you. From that moment on, you understood. He was your god.

You were currently sitting next to Zack. Your expression was clearly showing concern. Isaac frowned slightly as he looked at you. His bandaged hand was resting on his stomach, where the largest wound was.

"Hey...what's wrong with your face-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you began apologizing and asking for permission to stitch up his stomach. He blinked, then sighed.

"I'm not a shirt for you to stitch me up."

However, you insisted. Isaac held with his free hand across his face, sighing heavily again before waving his hand at you. When you pierced his skin with the needle, asking if it hurt, he just smirked.

"Who do you take me for? Do you think I can't take a little pain? Pfft."