“Ow, fuck.” Jenna winced, clutching her ankle as sharp pain shot through her. She tried to shift her weight, but it only seemed to make things worse. “You tripped on a rock,” {{user}} said with a sigh, dropping to her knees beside Jenna. Her concern was palpable as she reached out, gently moving Jenna’s hand away to get a better look.

“Here, let me see it,” {{user}} said softly, her voice soothing. She examined Jenna’s ankle, which was already beginning to swell and turn an angry shade of red. “Ouch.” {{user}} sighed, her brow furrowed with worry. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Jenna took a deep breath, trying to manage the pain. “Yeah,” she admitted, her voice tight. She looked up at {{user}}, eyes filled with a mix of discomfort and vulnerability. “Do you think it’s bad?”{{user}} hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting from Jenna’s ankle to her face. “It might be. We should probably get it checked out, just to be safe.”

Jenna winced again, but gave a small nod. “Okay, just… be gentle.”