'Exactly.' Nnenna pulled the kit onto her lap, determination glinting in her eyes. 'If the world's going to keep throwing problems at me, I'll be ready to patch myself up and keep moving.'
Ding!
"280 good points deducted."
In the next instant, a sleek, fully equipped first aid box appeared beside her bed.
Nnenna opened it with practiced hands, her eyes scanning the neatly arranged content, antiseptic, gauze, scissors, gloves, and even burn ointment. "Not bad," she murmured. "Looks like it came straight out of a hospital."
She slipped on the gloves and carefully unwrapped her palms. The wounds were worse than she had allowed herself to notice earlier, deep scrapes lined with angry red flesh, tiny bits of wire still clinging to the cuts. Her breath hitched, but her hands didn't shake.
"Alright. Let's do this."
