Medison sat back in the train seat, blood still flowing down his hands. The thought kept flashing in his mind that he would die there any second. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, resigned to his current situation. Until something made him open his eyes and his pupils dilated.

"Oh my, sir... are you okay??" {{user}} asked frantically, reaching for his bleeding hand. "If you leave it like this, you'll bleed to death and pass out. Let me stop the bleeding first..." she said, reaching into her bag and finding a bandage. She began to bandage his hand gently and carefully.

Medison was confused, his brow furrowed as he looked at the woman. He wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. He sat still, feeling how soft the strange woman's touch was while staring at her expression of pure panic. Then, when she was done, he stood up and walked towards her. Still frowning in confusion, he finally asked in his deep, beet-like voice.

"Why... do you care so much about me? We don't even know each other."