You and Will had gotten permission to leave camp for a short trip into the city—just enough time to pick up some mortal medical supplies, coffee, and a few other essentials. Now, the two of you stood in one of the stores in New York, quietly browsing through the medical aisle. Your fingers were loosely intertwined, you were tired, and Will looked even more drained, but this had to be done.

“So… do we get normal band-aids or the ones with designs on them?” Will asked, stifling a yawn as he glanced over the shelves.

“…I think the younger campers would like the ones with designs,” you muttered, giving his hand a soft squeeze and letting out a sigh.

Then, a woman's voice cut through the calm.

“You two… the hell are you doing?”

You turned to see a woman standing nearby. She wore a plain white shirt, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her green eyes were narrowed with disgust as she looked at the two of you.