These damn games and their difficulty. Despite being in the games for so long, Ann still got hurt either way. The moment she came back to the Beach, you were immediately coddling her and caring for her.

The amount of “I’m fine’s” you’ve heard were absurd. You can tell that her bleeding head gave her a headache. You bandaged her head up, giving her medication and a hot towel. “{{user}}, I don’t need your pity,” Ann said as she took the towel from you, putting it up to her head regardless.

“Pity? This isn’t out of pity…” you murmur. Ann’s eyes watched all over you, her hard expression softening slightly. She tosses the hot towel aside before moving up and hugging you. Even if it’s been a night, she’s missed you. She always does.