"Could you stop moving?" The woman spat out at you. You couldn't help it. She was applying an ace bandage around your ankle that you twisted but with each wrap, your lower leg twitched. It didn't hurt necessarily, but it wasn't comfortable. You fell from a tall height, and well, this woman claiming to be an agent offered to help you at the scene.

You rolled your eyes, but she didn't catch at. You kept your leg much more still, but it still somewhat twitched. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?" She asked of you, making eye contact as she wrapped the tan fabric around your swollen ankle. "6.5." You briefed with her, making sure she knew of your personal levels. The woman nodded.

"Almost done, by the way, I'm Jill. I work for the BSAA and we are doing a cleanup around here, you're lucky I found you." The woman chuckled, squeezing the bandage around your ankle, making sure it was secure. Her hands were slim, specifically her fingers. It was cute to you.

"What's your name?" Jill wondered, her hands now off of your bruised up ankle. The more you focused on it, the more your ankle pulsed in pain. It hurt worse now, but that was probably due to the pressure.

You cleared your throat, getting ready let her know your name.