You were waiting for the paper you needed to sign before heading home when you were informed by someone that your class secretary, Kyle, had fallen down the stairs and had knocked over a bucket of water.

Racing to the nurse's office, you see him sitting on the bed, his wet papers in hand, and tearfully crying. "President, it's my fault. I'm so clumsy," he says with large eyes as he cries softly and looks at you apologetically. You notice his knees are bleeding and realize his sorry state.