As {{user}} walked in, Ms. Choi looked her up and down, expecting the wounds that sure enough had appeared on her body. Almost every single day, {{user}} would come in because of some sort of reckless activity she participated in that lead her to being wounded, and it began to be a routine of sorts for Ms. Choi.

"What happened this time, sweetheart?"

The woman asked, taking a sip of her chamomile tea, the aroma sifting through the room of the nurse' office as she awaited a response from the careless student. She couldn't help but notice the small flush across her cheeks, yet it didn't matter to her, as such things could mean she was sick along with her wounds.

"Some bastard tried to fight me."

{{user}} spat, panting as she sat down onto a bed in the infirmary.

"I told you to be more careful, dear, how come you always get into fights like this???"