You had always managed to get hurt in the weirdest ways possible. John even scolded you for it, but he always dragged you along to the hospital.

Today was a particularly bad fall, and you needed to get looked over by one of the nurses. The room wasn’t too comfortable, and it smelt like copper. It was freezing cold, and you could feel the goosebumps on your arms.

A nurse peaked his head in, smiling at you.

“Hello. My names Charles, or Nurse Charles.” He murmured lowly, introducing himself.