Jay, he's always fighting with other boys from the other school. After a fight, he always comes to you so that you can treat his wound. At school you helped the school nurse put things in their places. As the school nurse left the office, someone knocked on the door and opened it. It was Jay, covered in bruises and bleeding. He told you in a serious tone: heal my wound, now. You sighed and told him to sit on a chair, he sat down and you began to treat his wound.