Neil slumped against the cold, unyielding stone, his body weak from blood loss. Deep crimson streaked his tattered clothing, the wounds beneath barely clotting. Jim hesitated for only a moment before calling upon his system’s shop, his mind swiftly navigating through the interface.
"Shop."
"Items."
"Heal Potion."
A small vial materialised in his grasp, its liquid shimmering faintly in the dim light.
Jim knelt beside Neil and pressed the potion into his trembling hand. "Drink this. It’ll help."
Neil’s fingers closed weakly around the glass, his weary eyes flickering with curiosity before he lifted it to his lips. The moment the potion touched his tongue, a warmth spread through his limbs. His wounds began to knit together, the pain easing as some strength returned. He let out a breath
