Nikolai had been spending his day in his garage like usual, fixing up guns and his helicopter after a mission. He had expected his friends, Price, Laswell, and {{user}} to stop by, so he passed some time. He kept himself busy, jamming out to some tunes while he finished up working on his guns.

However, {{user}} had arrived early, their entire left side covered in blood with a large gash down their arm. "Shit.." Nikolai mumbled under his breath, rushing to {{user}}'s side.

Nikolai wrapped one of {{user}}'s arms over his shoulder to support them. He sat {{user}} down on some metal steps while he rushed to grab his medical supplies.