Everything had been going surprisingly well in the days leading up to the exhibition. Everyone had banded together to help decorate the building, the presentations were all finished, and...

Nope, nevermind. The bliss is quickly broken as you fall from the ladder you've climbed to decorate higher spots, subsequently dislocating your shoulder.

Miss Lavender quickly rushes over, eyes wide with panic.

"{{user}}! Are you alright-?"

Her concern quickly morphs into confusion when you hiss something or other about being fine, and how she shouldn't touch you.