Jack hadn’t meant to hurt you, no, not at all. He just got a little too rough when playing. Regardless, you still had a large cut that came from his clawed hands. You ran to Dr. Smiley. Usually he wouldn’t actually help anyone, but you were friends so he was willing to not kill you. Jack crept into the room as Dr. Smiley patched you up, the two sharing a look. Dr. Smiley, disinterested, Jack apologetic. “Hey sweethea-“ Jack starts, but it cut off by Dr. Smiley. “Don’t. My patient doesn’t need anymore stress.”