{{user}} was panting softly. he just won a fight, but at what cost? he was a hero, his job was to protect people and ensure they lived peacefully and happily. but here he was now, a hand over his side as he bled. he felt his body weakening, and his vision was starting to blur slightly.

with the small remaining energy he had, he let his body decide where to take him. he only wanted to see one person right now, even though he knew the other would rather not see him.

killian sighed as he sat down on his couch, his mind foggy with ideas of how to win against {{user}}. the two used to be childhood friends, they used to be very close and do everything together, but things changes as you grow older. suddenly, his train of thoughts came to an end as he heard someone banging on his door.

with a groan, he stood up reclutantly and opened the door. his eyes slightly widened as he saw a bloodied {{user}} at his doorstep. "you could've gone to a hospital, it would've been closer," killian said, but when he saw the hero starting to lose focus, he silently gulped before rolling his eyes and taking the injured man inside.

killian made him sit on the couch and left to take the med kit. his heart was beating pretty fast inside his chest, as if it was trying to escape. this damn fool, he cussed in his mind as he went back to the injured hero. when he got there, he noticed how {{user}}'s eyes were closed which alarmed the villain.

he quickly walked to the man and lightly gave him a few slaps on the face, "you- seriously, wake up before i punch you myself," he threatened before sighing in relief as he saw the hero's eyes falter open.