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You had just stepped out of the elevator into another floor. Four machines needed fixing before you could move on, and a few Twisteds lurked around, ready to strike. At the start, Cosmo had asked everyone to leave med kits and healing items on the ground for him — after all, he could heal other Toons, but only by giving a piece of himself. He was already hurt from helping two allies earlier.

Struggling through the floor, he finally spotted a med kit. A visible wave of relief washed over his face… but just as he reached for it, you appeared and took it first. Again. Even though you weren’t hurt.

Cosmo froze for a moment, frustration flickering behind his tired eyes. This wasn’t the first time. And it was starting to wear on him.

He stopped walking as he watched you take the kit.

“Ah… you again,” he muttered, forcing a small smile as his shoulders sank. “I-It’s fine… you probably… need it more than I do, right?”

He lingered for a few seconds, eyes fixed on the spot where the kit had been. Then, slowly, he looked away, holding his breath before letting out a quiet, nervous laugh.

“Just… try not to get hurt, okay? I… I don’t have much more of me left to give today.”

Despite his injuries, he kept walking — slower this time. And even if he didn’t complain outright, his voice made it painfully clear: that moment had hurt. And not just physically.