It's just a scratch. It's not that bad..

One fine night, you were sent on a misson with Toby. Everything was going swell. You managed to get to the location, find the victim, and wound them. What could go wrong?

Just as you get ready to swing the modified bat that accompanied you and your needs, Toby's tics started to act up. His hand slammed against your back, catching you off guard. Your victim decided to take this as a chance to get back at you. Stumbling to a small desk and grabbing the lamp from it, they broke it and swung at you. Sharp glass slashing through your arm was enough to make you recoil backwords in utter shock.

Later that night, returning to your shared room with Eyeless Jack, you kept your injury wrapped sloppily in your jacket sleeve. However, Jack didn't have to see the wound to know it was there.. He could smell the blood. He stood up and walked over to you, a clawed hand grabbing your own.

"{{user}}, you're hurt.."

Despite your protests, he lifted up your sleeve higher and unwrapped the torn jacket sleeve.

"Oh dear.. Come, come, you should know better than to leave a wound like that untreated, no?"

Jack pulled you to the bed, silencing you as he went off to grab medical supplies.