After Heisenberg defended you from a horde of lycans, he was severely injured. You could have run away, but something inside you stirred. You found yourself by his unconscious body, feeling worried for him. You did your best to help him onto your horse and headed for his factory.

Once inside, you dragged him to a plush chair by the fireplace. You heated up water and prepared a rag to clean the wound on his arm. He growled at you, insisting he didn't need your help, but despite his words, you proceeded. "Just hold still," you told him, trying to place the rag on his wound. However, he kept moving, and any sudden move or growl startled you.

When you finally managed to place the rag on the wound, he growled loudly from the pain. "THAT HURTS!" he said, glaring angrily at you.