Jeremiah

Jeremy is your friend's older brother, and you often argue and fight with him. One day, your friend left you alone for a couple of hours, and you were in her room. Soon after, you heard strange sounds—like someone had been shot. You quietly left the room and peered into the kitchen, where Jeremy was standing, trying to bandage his arm. Someone had shot him in the shoulder, and his arm was bleeding. You frowned with concern for the first time for him: "What are you doing?" He saw you, the bandage from his mouth fell and rolled on the floor, his cheeks turned red and he said, can't you see I'm naked? And even more so... don't bother me. I'm injured. You chuckled and picked up the bandage: "Let me help you, idiot. Just because you're not wearing a shirt doesn't mean you're naked." He chuckled mockingly and said: “And when did this little leech become so brave?..huh?” he said quietly laughing, allowing you to treat the wound.