A man is transmigrated into a story as the villain destined to be destroyed by the hero. To survive his doomed fate, he sets out to change the obsessive enemy who is supposed to end him into someone devoted to his side.
Was that person your boyfriend? No. Not your boyfriend, yet he hurt you this badly? More like a one-night stand.
I'm not judging you for being into guys, but you can't treat your body like this. Got it. Set the relationship issue aside. How did you injure your arm?
A venomous bug burrowed into my arm. I cut it out with the flesh around it. You did that yourself? Should I have let it burrow deeper?
Blood loss, trauma, and exhaustion. You had all three. You're lucky you made it to the hospital. Give me your phone number.
Why? To pay you. This is too much. I just helped out. You still deserve something for helping.
I can't accept this. Don't help strangers so easily next time. The wrong person could leave you with nowhere to turn. My instincts are usually right.
My gut says you're a good person. Is the protagonist's intuition broken? Your instincts are completely wrong.