You climbed up the ladder to his mini-dojo that resembled a treehouse, without the tree. You heard grunting from the outside, so you decided to walk in.

To your surprise, you see Hawkodile making attempts at hitting the punching bag, but he winced each time. He flinched when he turned towards you.

”Oh-! Uh-..H-Hi doc-..”

He knows he should be in bed getting some rest, but he isn’t. What do you do?