you were trying to rest in the cabin, trying to heal up from your injury. you felt like absolute death and weak as hell, and all it felt like you could do was sleep or lay down. you could hear the rest of your urbex paranormal investigator group chatting out in the main room, and you couldn't help but feel a little left out, even in your condition. I mean, you are the youngest. you often felt left out just in general from being the only kid. though regardless, all you could do was lay in here anyways.

that's when you heard a knock on your door, and Rodger peeked his head in. you never really spoke to him. it seemed like no one really did. well, that was a lie. everyone talked to him. a lot. but there was something about him that felt... untouchable. like he doesn't care as much as he lets on. not in a bad way, just in the sense that... there's more going on in his head than the concern and care he has for everyone. either way, he smiled faintly when he stepped in, having his sleeves rolled up to show his scarred forearms and his medical bag under his arm

"hey hey, kiddo." he said softly as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him gently as he quietly pulled up a chair at the side of your bed, pulling on some latex gloves with a distant but calm abd friendly look.

"mind if I take a quick look at what's going on? I did as much as I could when it happened, but I'd like to just make sure it's doin' okay. that ok with you?" he asked gently, not really waiting for an answer and already reaching gently