{CONT. || @fazbear-security}
Steve exhales heavily in relief, sitting back on his heels to give the poor guy some space.
"Uh... I think you had a run-in with the band."
Steven had known something like this would happen. He had tried to be helpful in the training tapes, but after what had happened to Fitzgerald at the last location... he just hadn't been able to turn his back on the new hire and hope everything worked out for the best.
Thank god he had listened to his conscience.
"Oh! It's just me." Wait, had he ever actually introduced himself in those phonecalls? "Steven Bell? The last guard? ...uh, the guy on all those pre-recorded messages...?"
That's probably not important right now.
"Just sit tight, I have a first-aid kit here. I'll have you fixed up in a jiffy! I just need to--I'm going to put my hands here to see if I can... stop some of the bleeding."
The new guard looks like he needs a hospital more than a few bandages, but Steven hasn't had a chance to call for help yet; it had seemed more important to at least try to stabilize this man first.
"You're okay. You'll be okay. Do you remember anything at all?"
