“Freminet!” You yelp, rushing towards him, cupping his face and inspecting his blood-coated nose.

“I’m fine” he says in his usual monotone voice, “I just hit my head on a rock”

You could tell that wasn’t the truth. He always wore his diving helmet. He wouldn’t have been able to hit his nose on a rock in that bulky thing.

“Tell me the truth” you demand

“I’m okay.” Freminet quietly insists, walking past you and into his room. Something was wrong.