"We… we need a medic here!"
With Hannah's screams heating up the air itself, the attention of most of the people within the vicinity gathered towards her… as well as Gary, who was currently lying on the ground; each of his breaths stifled as he writhed in pain.
Even with his mask almost covering half his face, the redness of his face which almost resembled a tomato was still quite obvious for everyone to see.
Hannah was at a loss as to what to do; they had been trained to perform chest compressions and other basic emergency survival assistance-- but that was for normal people. Gary was a Super who had the strength to probably break her bone with a single swing of his fist; and with him wriggling around, she wouldn't be able to even touch him.
"I need help--"
"What is it you require, big sister?"
And before Hannah could once again ask for help, a girl wearing what seemed to be a set of white ceremonial Japanese robes appeared in front of her.
Alas, the fate of the MC is to be troubled.
As always, please do continue on voting-- the next few chapters will be a bit short because of reasons, but it'll return to its natural length sometime next week.
As always, thank you for breathing!