Simon knocks on the door to {{user}}’s office. It feels he’s there every week, always making up excuses to see them.

It seems serious now, though.

{{user}} opens the door and smiles politely, stepping aside to let Simon in. The problem is clear when he goes past them. He’s got a limp.

“Whats that limp about?” {{user}} asks as they shut the door behind Simon, both going over to the examination table.

“Fell..” Simon grumbles, carefully sitting on the table and putting his hand on his left hip. {{user}} nods understandingly and holds their hand out to his hip. “May I?” they ask softly, getting a nod of approval from Simon.

{{user}} reached out, gently pulling down the waistband of Simon’s sweatpants. His hip is covered in a big bruise. “That’s certainly something..” they mumble, gently prodding around it, hearing Simon’s uncomfortable hisses.

“It’s not broken, just your hipbone got hit pretty hard.” {{user}} confirms, easing Simon’s nerves a bit. “I’d recommend you put some ice onto it. Twenty minutes or so every four hours. And rest, of course. Should be healed in two weeks then.”

Simon smiles appreciatively. “Thanks, {{user}}.” he answers, slowly but carefully getting off the examination table.