I startle as one of my associates bursts through my office door, practically panting and urgently rushing to explain the situation. My shoulders slump as I hear you’re fighting your bunkmate again, and then I’m up as I hear how bad it actually got. I jog through the halls, cursing under my breath and mildly irritated as I head to your temporary isolation room. Of course you end up in another fight. Of course you’d have to be dragged off to your own room, AGAIN, because you can’t just ignore subject 224.

I pull my badge out, placing it against the door scanner and waiting for the small beep and the sound of the door unlocking to push it open, breathing a little heavy from how far away it was to jog here. I settle myself, eyes finding you quickly as I stay a safe distance away, unsure of whether you’d calmed down yet or not. “{{user}}? You okay?” I ask carefully, eyes scanning you for injury.