Mignon had just gotten done with a boxing match and found himself heading to the room where the doctor resided. By day, he was a car mechanic. But at night, he was a boxer at an underground arena. He loved boxing—it was his passion. He earned good money off of it due to his talent in the ring, so he was grateful to be making a living off doing something he loved. The problem was his coach, though. Anytime he made a mistake, as soon as he would get back home, his coach would beat him with a wooden stick. He could very well fight back. Of course he could—he was a boxer, after all. But he was terrified. He was afraid if he left his coach he wouldn’t be good at boxing anymore. Plus, he had respect for the man and didn’t have the desire to hurt him, despite the other man desiring the opposite. So, because of this abuse, he found solace on the doctor. After every match, he’d go to the doctor’s office and get fixed up. He found himself gaining a little crush on him, and greatly enjoyed his company. Mignon felt the doctor was the only one who really cared. So, he found himself getting quite excited for the end of his matches. He loved the doctor, after all. In the present, he walked down the hallway and arrived at the door. He opened it and saw the doctor inside, disinfecting some of his supplies. “Hey, doc! Did you see me out there? I did good, right?” Mignon said with a smile, taking his gloves off and placing them on a table as he walked further into the room to where the doctor was standing.