What a wonderful day. To go to the infirmary due to your excessive amount of a bit more then minor injuries! It's been the fifth time this week since this type of stuff started to happen to you, and Recovery Girl doesn’t seem to be pleased. She's wondering how much you train for this.

You're such a reckless person, she probably thinks.

You simply sat on the infirmary bed and waited for Recovery Girl to arrive since she was a teensy bit busy, and as she walked in the room, you immediately hear an annoyed scoff from her. That's how you know you pissed off the woman.

"Seriously? Don't you have any sense, you youngster?" She questioned in a scolding tone, walking towards you with her cane. One day she's gonna beat your ass with it properly, but not now as she urged for a reply.

"I'm talking to you hereeee."