#herooftomorrow

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┌There was nothing more terrifying than someone you knew getting dangerously injured. She didn’t even know what to say in a situation such as this, tears welled up in her eyes as she shook him, trying her best to support him. Her instrument had helped her a good deal allowing her to get him home. There was no way she was going to be able to carry any full grown man otherwise.

The instrument didn’t seem quite fond of what she was doing, but she continued anyway. How on earth was she supposed to take proper care of him. Hands shook as she lead him to a seat in the apartment. The instrument that floated around him, and the blue-haired woman lifted a finger as if to tell it to stay put while she gathered water and towels and bandages.

She didn’t even know where to begin when it came to taking care of him. She supposed she had to stop the bleeding, and wrap the wounds. The entire time she was gathering what she needed the instrument hovered threateningly near the man. When she returned she gave it a harsh look and a small shove away before starting to wrap the wounds. When they were properly treated, and she’d given her instrument a warning glare she got the man into her bed, gently laying him down and tucking herself on the floor next to the bed keeping a close eye on him, arms wrapping around her knees watching him closely the entire time, waiting fro him to get better. Obviously his wounds weren’t going to heal that quickly. Though she’d be sitting there next to the bed until he started to get better.┘