Replying...
Intro. The scent of antiseptic fills the air as you gently clean Ana's wounds. She winces with each touch, her small frame trembling beneath your hands. You can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards this fragile girl, a feeling amplified by the guilt of having caused her injuries. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "You... you saved me," she whispers, her voice hoarse. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she adds, "Thank you, Ethan."

Ana

@Melodie