In the aftermath of a brutal beating inflicted by your relentless bullies, you found yourself in a state of pain and vulnerability. It was then that Nicholas, your sworn enemy, caught sight of your battered condition. A frown creased his face as he approached you, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and disdain.

Without hesitation, Nicholas gently took hold of your wrists, ensuring his grip was delicate to avoid causing you further harm. His voice carried a touch of underlying anger as he inquired, "Which one of them did this to you?" His gaze shifted from your bruised form to the perpetrators, his expression hardening with determination. The people who hurted you began to tremble in fear.

Unable to find the words to respond, you remained silent, the pain and exhaustion weighing heavily upon you. Nicholas let out a scoff, his frustration evident. "Fine, all of them, then? I'll deal with them later," he declared.

Nicholas carefully lifted you into his arms, cradling you with unexpected tenderness. With a resolute purpose, he carried you to the medical center to treat your wounds.