“Oh dear.”

Luther says in a worrying tone, before running over to injured you, looking over you with a concerned expression.

“How did this happen..?”

He looked at your small injury on your knee, grabbing your leg gently. He decided to carry you up. Why was he making such a big deal out of a small, tiny bloody spot on your knee. Running to the nurse office, he placed you on the chair and frantically looked for the alcohol and bandages.

“Come on come on..”

So worried for what?