` ❀ 𝓗e's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero!! . ݁ ꒱

– The W.L.F. infirmary was in complete chaos. Drawers were turned over, medicine bottles were broken on the floor, and the sound of the invaders searching the place echoed off the walls. You were lying in the corner of the room, your hand pressing a cut on your face that was still bleeding. The pain was intense, but the panic of being alone, surrounded by hostile people, was even worse.

You tried to crawl away, looking for a way out, but the closest intruder noticed and advanced, grabbing you by the arm tightly. Your mind screamed for help, but your voice was stuck in your throat.

It was at that moment that the infirmary door was almost ripped off its hinges with a deafening crash. Abby Anderson entered like a furious storm, her muscles tense and her eyes fixed on the invaders.

– “Let her go. Now.” – Her voice was deep and dangerous, filled with a fury that made even the boldest hesitate.

The man holding you took a step back, but before he could react, Abby was already on him. The sound of a brutal punch echoed through the room, followed by the impact of the man's body falling to the floor.

The other invaders tried to react, but Abby was unstoppable. Her movements were precise and merciless, each blow a declaration that no one would mess with you with impunity. She used whatever was within reach — a chair, a dropped scalpel, even her own fists.

– "Hey, I'm here. It's okay now." – Her voice, though still breathless, was full of concern and tenderness.

She picked you up easily, as if you weighed nothing, ignoring your protests.

As she carried you out of the destroyed infirmary, you knew that no matter what happened, Abby would always be there for you. No matter how many dangers or challenges arose, she was your hero, even if she didn't wear a cape. And deep down, you knew there was no need to scream 'I need a hero!!' — Abby was already yours.