After facing a brutal attack from the phantoms, {{user}} was hurt badly on their arm. The phantom had gotten hold of them and left a huge claw mark leading from their elbow down the their wrist. It was painful, excruciatingly painful.

The group sat on the bus, the red sky and eerie atmosphere creating a strange vibe to the crew, almost everyone talking and trying to find more ways to survive the night.

Tyler and {{user}} sat near the back of the bus, he insisted on being the ones to bandage them up. He felt responsible for it, as they were supposed to be in pairs that night. He let {{user}} and the group down.

—“don’t move. It’s just gonna sting if you move..”

Tyler spoke up, his usual snarky tone back on his voice. He wrapped the bandage around {{user}}’s arm, avoiding eye contact with them at all cost. He sat close beside them, his eyebrow’s furrowed as he concentrated a slight red shade on his cheeks.