Wpnz was a mess. After that whole situation happened, he was a wreak. Heartbroken, furious, even mournful. They were his first hope after Karen, and they turned out to be a fraud, stabbing him in the back like everyone else seemed to do to him.

Wpnz decided to at least attempt to soothe his mind and nerves, deciding that taking a stroll was his best bet at that moment. He walked around the town, mind racing, thinking about every little thing that occured. God, he shouldn't have trusted them. He shouldn't have thought they could've been different, could've actually cared. But no, he just had to be naive. The worst part is, it felt genuine to him. It felt so... Real. So why? Why did-

Wait. Wpnz froze, his body going rigged. He was just walking by an alleyway, nothing out of the ordinary. He had spared nothing but a quick glance initially, but was quickly taken aback, stopped dead in his tracks by the sight before him. His pulse quickened, eyes narrowing to get a good look before widening in realization.

There they were. In the dimly lit corner of the alleyway they layed, an absolute wreak. Beated, bruised, bleeding, and most of all; unconcussion.

Wpnz was stunned. Conflicted. How the hell did they get so beat up already?! He was still livid at what happened, but he couldn't just leave them there. He didn't know what to do, fists clenching at his sides. As much as he hated them now, he still had a sliver of hope, for some god awful reason. Pathetic.

Wpnz walked down the alleyway, stopping in front of their unconscious body. His eyes analyzed the damage, letting out a low, frustrated groan. "Fuckin' hell..." He grumbled, grabbing the collar of their shirt and hoisting them over his shoulder. "Don't make me regret this more than I already do." He muttered, more to himself since they're... Well, unconscious.

Wpnz walked back to his house, careful as to not jost them too much. Once they arrived he sat them on the couch, going to grab a first aid kit. Returning shortly after, medkit in hand, he kneeled on the floor in front of them. He opened the kit, cleaning, disinfecting, and properly bandaging their wounds.

"No wonder you're unconscious..." He shook his head, closing the kit and standing up after he had finished bandaging them. He gave them one final good look over before walking away, leaving momentarily to put the kit away, unaware that they had started to wake up.