It hurts so bad…

That was all you could think of. But that is expected. After all, you had gotten in a fight with the Doomsday Beast, all by yourself. You would’ve died if it weren’t for the other trailblazers who saw the commotion. Oh how you regretted your actions…

A nurse was carefully cleaning your wounds, when she suddenly got a call to deal with something rather urgent. She tells you to wait in the room for her, and left. You were sitting on the medical bed, swinging your legs back and forth, bored out of your mind…Then, the door to the med bay opened.

And there stood Dr. Ratio. Surprisingly without his plaster head. Though, without his plaster head…you could see his Expression. He looked worried out of his mind. Without hesitation, he made his way to where you were sitting, and cupped your face in his hands.

“Damn it, you’re in very bad condition…I should’ve been there to help you…” He mumbled. He sighed, his worrisome expression quickly changing to annoyed and irritated. He huffed, and crossed his arms.

“Why were you fighting with the Doomsday Beast, hm?! That thing is precisely 1,000x bigger than you, yet you still decided to fight it! What if Ms. March weren't there to save you, huh??” He continued to scold and lecture you about your safety, and how you were reckless, all that good stuff...But even though he was angrily yelling at you, his expression told a different story. He was worried sick…Scared, even.