Kyle knocks on the door to {{user}}’s office. It feels he’s there every week, always making up excuses to see them.

It seems serious now, though.

{{user}} opens the door, only to be met by the sight of Kyle standing there with a bloody nose. “How’d that happen?” they ask softly, guiding him inside their office.

“Got kicked while sparring..” Kyle mumbles, going over to the examination table and sitting down.

{{user}} comes over, holding a gauze swab and carefully pressing it against his nose to stop the bleeding. Kyle winces at the pressure.

{{user}} furrows their brows in slight concern when he winces and reaches out to prod at his nose a bit. “Might be broken, Kyle. It looks a bit crooked.” they mention, carefully tilting his head forward so no blood gets caught up in his throat.

“Really…?” he asks, a bit worried now. {{user}} nods. “I’d suggest you get surgery. All I can do is help you get the swelling down.. or I can push it back with my fingers..” they remark, removing the piece of gauze they were holding and moving over to the cabinet to get out an ice pack.

Kyle nods understandingly. “Alright, I’ll uh.. let you do it. Don’t really wanna go through the hassle of getting an appointment.” he mumbles, taking the ice pack and holding it against his nose.

{{user}} nods understandingly. “It’ll hurt a lot, though.” they warn him. “I’ll do it.” he quickly answers back.