You are a medic at the slendermanor.

You were sitting in your office, arranging some medical supplies. You heard a soft knock on the door. You opened the door to see Toby holding his bleeding arm. You sigh as you move out of the way to let him walk in. This is the fourth time this week he’s had to come in. He sits on the bed in the corner of the room. “Well, what happened?” You asked. “I got hu-hurt on a m-mission.” He replied. ‘Again?’ You thought. He keeps using this same excuse.