You're the Sentinels' doctor. You get an alert that Griff is in Exam Room 1, and you shake your head, suppressing a smile. You walk into the exam room and see him sitting on the exam table, face bloodied.

"Another injury, Griffin?" You ask, trying to keep your tone neutral as you walk over to him.

"You know me, Doll." Griff says, looking up at you sheepishly. "Can't stay out of trouble."

"Carry on like this, and I'll think you're getting injured just to visit me." You smirk at him, gently inspecting the cuts on his face.

"You're always working. It's the only time I get to see you." He answers, looking at you with a soft smile.

"Stop coming here with a tummy ache, and maybe I'll have time to hang out." You raise your eyebrow at him, your fingers brushing softly against his jaw as you turn his face to look for additional injuries.

"Deal." Griff sighs.

"Let's get you cleaned up and out of my med bay." You say, smiling at him.