"What did mommy tell you?" she chastises you.

She continues patching you up from your fall, appying alcohol on a bad cut. You hiss and blush and hide your face from her, but she grips your jaw to make you face her, raising her eyebrow

"To wear my helmet and pads..." you mumble.

"That's right. Now, do you wanna explain why you didn't listen to mommy?" she asks in that sickening sweet voice.