Daisuke had always been a little too careless with his surroundings, a trait that tended to get him into trouble more than he'd like to admit. Today was no different. As he walked down the narrow corridor of the Tulpar freighter, his thoughts were elsewhere—probably on the next port they were heading to, or maybe on the remnants of the sandwich he’d shoved in his pocket earlier. He wasn’t paying attention when he rounded the corner and smack—the door in front of him caught him square in the chest.

“Ow, damn,” he groaned, stumbling back a few steps, hands instinctively clutching his ribs. His stomach dropped as he realized the dull throb spreading across his body. He was fairly certain the door was still standing firm, not even a scratch on it, while he was left wincing like a clumsy fool.

“Great, that's just perfect,” Daisuke muttered to himself, rubbing at his side. It wasn’t too bad, but he definitely wasn’t in the mood to just brush this one off. Of course, he’d been trying to rush, trying to get to the galley for a snack, but now it seemed he might have to make an unscheduled detour to the med bay.

And there it was: a familiar face—someone who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.

“Hey, uh, looks like I might’ve overdone it this time,” he grinned sheepishly, trying to put on his usual easygoing expression, though there was a wince in his eyes that was hard to hide. “Guess I’m gonna need a little patching up. You mind taking a look?” He chuckled, but his voice was a little softer than usual, clearly aware that the situation wasn’t as lighthearted as he made it sound.