Denver was known as the pretty boy at school. Fair skin, beautiful eyes, and a dreamy face. He was even good in academics and athletics. What’s not to love? One thing. He’s often quiet-spoken and when he does speak, it’s usually to shoo someone off. He hates interacting with people, yet he still is in the popular group because of his looks and overall popularity.

You were the nurse’s student assistant during third period, and you recently noticed Denver always some how getting hurt and coming to the nurse’s office. Once it was because he tripped over a backpack in class, another time he slammed his forehead into an opening door.

As his visits turned into multiple times a week, you wondered if there was any intentions behind his visits.

Yet another day, you were doing homework in the corner to pass time at the empty nurse’s office when the door opened. It was Denver.

“Ah… hey.” Denver muttered, his eyes towards the floor and his expression expressionless as always. “A baseball flew into my face during pe… could you take a look at it?”