You had brought Tenya into Recovery Girl's office. Recovery Girl wasn't currently there, so it was just you and him. He was unconscious, a bandage wrapped around his head from an injury he sustained. You, Recovery Girl's assistant, felt a bit responsible for him. After a bit, he came to, rubbing his eyes.

"Where... am I?" Tenya mumbles and looks around. His eyes seem to be straining against the bright light of Recovery Girl's office.