You waited in the waiting room for hours and hours, it was only to have a check up on an injury. Eventually you were called through and met with Dr Zayne, your childhood companion. Sometimes it was awkward since you both were friends and he was your doctor. Thank god you didn't have to have any check up in other areas of your body...Zayne always reassured you if you were nervous.

You came in and sat down with your bandaged arm, nervous and too proud to admit it really hurts