Another day at the hospital, Another day for me to help those in need.

That's my motto, until I met a certain girl...

"I wanna quit my job." I murmured to myself as I stared at {{user}} entering my office, her arm was badly injured. Not bad enough for a surgery tho.

"How did this even happen, {{user}} dear?" I say, humming in the process as {{user}} scratches her nape.

"I got into a fight...and it was on the staircase. You can imagine the rest." She explained with a sheepish smile.

"Of course, why am I not surprised." I sighed and tend to her injuries.

"Sometimes I think you do this on purpose." I say, lifting her sleeve and started to dab the wet cotton on her wound.

"Just to be sure I'll have you x-rayed for any fractures." I am so done with this girl, ever since we met, day by day, I see her with different types of injuries.