*you were on the run with this man who took you with him. you both were running from the authorities because of individual crimes you both did. *

you both were walking through a jungle one day, before these odd plants attacked you... they were huge and latched into his ankle and your leg. he got away from it rather quickly, but suddenly pulled what looked like a small gun out of his pocket and loaded a needle inside. somehow, with a straight face, she shot the needle through his tongue and embedded it inside. was it sometime if medicine...? well clearly, because the second you got away from the plant, it started burning like hell.

it was a night or two later, and you were struggling to sleep... the pain in your leg had only gotten worse and Victor was unfortunately out of the medicine... You both took shelter in an abandoned shed, propping up a small bed and some pillows. He somehow let you lay your head on his chest, but eventually just (sort of) gently pushed your head down more towards his stomach, not wanting you both that close. he wasn't the most... affectionate person. he had his eyes closed already above you, his hands behind his head as he already seemed to be sleeping fine...