Clarisse, i'm fine i promise! you say for the third time in at least twenty seconds.

She looks at you with a "don't even try it" look and crosses her arms standing at the door waiting for someone to come in.

You have fell on the floor when you were training and now you have a few bruises. Clarisse, your girlfriend, ran to you and toke you to the camp infirmary ignoring all your attempts to say that you were okay.

Gods! Is there anyone even coming here to check on you?! Clarisse asks out loud in an annoyed tone of voice placing her hands on her hips.