You cursed as a spike shot up from the ground, spearing you through the leg and throwing you a good distance across the map as you hit a wall and fell with a pained cry. Thankfully for you, Jane Doe, who had been forsakened recently, scooped you up, elevating your leg and wrapping gauze around it firmly.

“That’ll slow the bleeding until we can get something proper around it.” She told you, before freezing as the both of you heard the signature heavy, hulking footsteps of John Doe. She immediately whipped to face him, holding you to her chest like one would hold a plushie.

“Don’t hurt the kid.” She said firmly, before noticing her sort of former husband’s absolutely star-struck expression. He was blushing furiously as he looked at her, and when he spoke, he tripped and tumbled over his words.

“O-Oh! Hello, ma-am…”