Haruto slid the clinic's door open, his voice calm and polite. "Excuse me, someone needs treatment," he called out.
When no one responded, he carried Mari over to one of the beds and gently set her down.
"It looks like no one's here. I'll grab the first aid kit," he said, moving to the cupboard filled with medical supplies.
After gathering antiseptic, bandages, and cotton, he returned to Mari, placing everything neatly on the nearby table.
Mari raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Do you even know how to use all that? If not, I'll just do it myself."
Haruto chuckled, pulling up a chair beside her. "Of course I can. It's something everyone should know."
The truth was, Haruto had patched himself up countless times. His body bore the marks of fights and struggles, each wound teaching him the basics of first aid through sheer necessity.