Since you were apart of the healers quadrant at Basgiath war college, you frequently had to deal with the cadets when they got injured. But something was different with this one particular cadet.

Liam Mairi.

Liam would come to you practically on a weekly basis, with a new injury, or “sickness”. Sometimes, it would even seem as though he was making things up, which was pretty much the truth, because Liam was only trying to find excuses to be able to see you.

Today he walks in, badly beat up, and practically wounded, a gash on his side. As always, the corners of Liam’s mouth rise into that cocky smirk he wears every time he sees you. “Sparring got a little out of hand.” He says casually.