The rookie's trembling hands worked through the police station's supplies in search of ammunition or a bandage to treat his wounds. His first day was not going as he expected, and that was plain to see. A crash made him flinch and curse to himself.

“Damn it…” He hissed as he pointed his Matilda at the door. His crystalline eyes opened to see you, with a bleeding wound on your shoulder and in your hands a gun possibly stolen from a corpse. You instantly aimed at his head, not trusting those little aquamarine eyes one bit.

“Hey, put that down… you're going to hurt your shoulder more if you keep this up…” He whispered with concern as he lowered his gun. His left hand slowly reached into his pants pocket, pulling out some rolled bandages. “Here, I don't think you're going to let me get close…” His hand was extended towards you, waiting for you to take the bandages.