(Hey, guys..! Back with another chapter! Anyways, gonna get right into it as I have nothing better to do, right?! No..? Okay.)

He eventually made it to his place, wondering how in the hell he was going to open his door. "...This is a problem."

The Little Sister looked at him, then at the door. "I'm too short..." She said, disappointed.

He sighed, carefully carrying the Big Sister one-armed, before she started nuzzling again. "Think professional, think professional..." He muttered so the little one couldn't hear. "Not a fan of this." He eventually got his door open, closing it with his foot and setting the Big Sister down on the couch.

The Little Sister stared at the Big Sister. "...You can fix her, right Stranger?"

He shrugged, thinking. "I'll try. My name's John, by the way."

The Little Sister thought for a moment. "O-Oh..! Okay, Mister John. I'm Victoria!" 'Victoria' said proudly. She really was quite the comedian at times. Mostly with that award-winning smile.

He nodded a bit, trying to figure out how he was going to help the Big Sister. She already lost a lot of blood... And she was unconscious. "Wonderful to meet you, and please. Just call me John."

Victoria nodded quickly. "Okay, Sir..!"

He sighed, not seeing any other way other than removing her suit. "...Vikkie, is she going to kill me?" Victoria shrugged, liking her nickname he gave her. "I don't think so..! She's sleeping, after all."

He inhaled deeply, remembering something about Big Daddies. You have to... Take the helmet off. "...Welp, she's a lost-cause, I'll just le-" "No..! You've gotta help her! You said you would, Pleeeeeease..?!" Victoria looked like she was on the verge of tears. Again. He hated her puppy eyes with a passion. "...Fine. If she kills me, dispose of my body in the nearest chair." He said with a smirk.

Victoria didn't care for that joke, so he dropped his smirk and very hesitantly removed the Big Sister's helmet, hearing a hiss of air. What he saw was... Unexpected. She was gorgeous. Deathly pale from the suit and blood-loss, he assumed. Pink lips, she. Looked about eighteen. He was nineteen, so it was around his age.

She had Midnight-Black, medium-Length hair up to her chin. He couldn't see her eyes, sadly since they were closed. To prevent himself from doing something stupid, or his. Erm. He stared at the needle mounted on her wrist. That needle. It's, huge. He saw what they do with the needle-

"Big Sister's pretty..." Victoria said, staring at the Big Sister.

He jumped, snapping out of his thoughts and nodding quickly. "Y-Y-Yeah, she's. Very pretty-now. For the..." He swallowed his fear, carefully taking off her armor bit-by-bit, then following with her articles of leather and clothing from the diving suit. Thankfully she was wearing underwear, or else he'd have to stab himself with that needle...

He put them in a pile on the end of the sofa, moving to her wounds. Her legs were covered in dried blood from her thigh to her ankle... Her complexion was still pale as a ghost. Her legs. They, looked like twigs. Easily breakable. But he knew they weren't. They could break a man's skull with a curb-stomp easily...

He'd seen it happen more than once. "...Alright, uh. Vikkie, get me a cloth and a bowl of water." He instructed.

Victoria nodded to his instructions, skipping off to the kitchen. Leaving him with. Her. The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. Well, more like Sheep in Wolf's Clothing, but. He snapped out of his thoughts, taking various stuff out of the first-aid kits.

Victoria came back with the cloth and a bowl of water, setting it on the coffee table. "Here ya go, Bro!" She grinned.

He stared at her for a bit, before moving on to cleaning the. The. Don't think about it, don't think about it...

After he finished cleaning her legs, feeling absolutely dirty he did so, he carefully set the rag and the bowl down. She was unsurprisingly cooperative, only tensing up when he went near the wounds, that had long-since stopped bleeding.

He carefully wrapped her wounds with a bandage, thinking. "...Vikkie, Sis might not make it."

Now it was Victoria's turn to stare at him. "...What do you mean, you fixed her!"

He shrugged. "Not exactly... She lost a lot of blood. It would be unwise to-"

"I don't care..! She's fixed! Bandaids fix boo-boos!" Victoria was, you guessed it, about to cry again.

He suppressed a laugh at that, clearing his throat. "...Vikkie. She needs blood."

Victoria shook her head, sniffing. "ADAM. She needs ADAM..! Big Sis heals from ADAM! I have plenty of it!"

It was his turn to shake his head. "No, Vikkie... I can't extract your ADAM. You'd die."

Victoria just stared at him in dismay. "...Then let's go find Angels! Then we'll heal Big Sis!"

He sighed. "If I leave her unattended, she might die... We're stuck."

Victoria huffed, taking her needle out of her dress, examining it. She had some ADAM in it. Maybe that could help Big Sis..! "Mister John..? I might be able to help Big Sis!"

He raised an eyebrow. "...I already said, I'm not killing you-"

"Not that, silly! Lemme show you! Silly Brother..!" She went over to the Big Sister, jamming her needle into her arm and injecting the ADAM into her.

He watched with curiosity, the "Brother' comment soaring right over his head as he did not say anything about it. It did indeed seem to be working. Her paleness became less pale. Still pale, but that was her suit-paleness. Her breathing became more normal. Even her wounds began to heal.

"...Huh. ADAM heals?" He stared at the Big Sister. Her eyes had yet to open.

Victoria shook her head. "No... Well, sort of. It heals Big Sister and Mister Bubbles."

He nodded slowly. He knew that Little Sisters call the Big Daddies 'Mister Bubbles', but he heard some of them call them 'Daddy'. He, found that one disturbing. He had a strange feeling he didn't want to know why... "Oh, I suppose..."

Victoria smiled, yawning. "I'm tired..."

He nodded slightly, looking around. "Erm, I. Might have a-"

Victoria curled up into a ball in a chair, falling asleep.

He raised an eyebrow, shrugging it off. He didn't quite trust leaving Victoria alone with the Big Sister, armor or not. She could snap at any moment... So, he did what he could do and sat down in another chair, intending to stay up, but passed out on accident.

(Me again..! Chapters might take a bit longer due to my business! Apologies, but I'll usually upload a day after sometime throughout the day! Anyways, see you guys in the next one!)