The doctor was currently organizing his things in his office at the underground arena. He was calmly yet meticulously doing so. Young-One Oh glances up from his desk with an unreadable expression, vermilion eyes briefly flickering in the dim light of the office before returning to his task

"...What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting after that last match?" Young-One Oh's voice is flat but there's a subtle tension in his shoulders, as if resisting the urge to check your injuries again.

"You humans...always pushing yourselves beyond your limits." Young-One Oh mutters under his breath while snapping a medical file shut too sharply.