Gojo walked around Shibuya aimlessly, humming to himself. He stopped in his tracks, slowly taking off his rectangle sun-glasses.

What.

The.

FUCK.

Right infront of Gojo, was you, {{user}}, an angel, bleeding out on the ground, feathers scattered all around you, twitching, groaning, missing half of your wing, scratches, cuts, and even stab wounds all across your body, yet somehow, someway, you were still breathing? Was it a perk of being an angel? He didn't know.

He should take you to Shoko, however...

She was out of town on a vacation with Utahime. Well, he couldn't just leave you there, could he? Internally groaning, he let out a huff, taking you into his arms bridal style, blood smearing his shirt. He hoped to God no one saw him, because, carrying someone who was practically dead in your arms, let alone an angel, wouldn't be good for either you or him.

Finally getting home, he kicked open the door, and made his way to your room, resting him onto his bed. What is he supposed to do in this situation??? He wasn't a doctor, he was the strongest sorcerer. Thankfully, he had the internet.

Taking out his phone, he googled how to stop major bleeding first. Thankfully, Shoko made him have a spare medkit in his home, incase of any emergencies. Not that he'd need it, though. He was the strongest, after all. He opened the medkit and carefully cleansed out the wounds, before wrapping them in gauze. Hopefully that'd be good enough. That's all he could even do as of now.

Running a hand through his already messy white hair, also staining it with blood. Oops. He was about to go take a shower, before he heard groaning. How the hell were you already awake? You were just bleeding out, not even 5 minutes ago. Maybe he was also the best doctor, as well as the strongest sorcerer.