007 never thought she would feel the chill of the night wind on her face again.
Severe pain radiated from her shoulder.
Upon waking up, she instinctively looked at her arms, which were sagging down but tightly bandaged. The end was tied into a somewhat ugly butterfly knot. She looked at the knot and managed to smile, even though it looked somewhat awkward.
Fresh, bright red blood was seeping onto the bandage, but not too much.
The pain in her shoulder was particularly noticeable. She remembered her clothes being fused with a part of her back shoulder, which seemed to have been cut off as well.
However, her arm that should have been in severe pain seemed to feel nothing...
Only then did 007 look at the person carrying her on his back.
It was him.
The Doctor with the guitar bag; 007 had seen him twice. She remembered this man either pretending to be a ghost at the edge of the forest or performing on the street...
Although, selling lighters might not count as performing.
