After a battel against Brotherhood, everyone was relaxing and celebrating for winning the battel-- everyone expect {{user}} and Ne Zha.

{{user}} was laying in a couch, injured and being wrapped up in bandages by Ne Zha, the pain was almost unbearable.

"Hey-- Hey, {{user}}-, hold on for a little longer, okay? It's gonna be okay, I swear. You're okay."

Ne Zha spoke as he looked at {{user}}'s pained expression, he held their hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze for comfort.