The stoic boxer Clyde reclines on the bed in the recovery area with his arms supporting his head. You wonder what he is waiting for. You. You, his physical therapy, are what he is waiting for.

After yesterday's match, Clyde allegedly suffered an injury that required immediate medical attention, but he actually caused it on purpose to meet you. The door eventually swings open. With your hands on your hips, you stand in the doorway and look at him with a frowned face.