John knocks on the door to {{user}}’s office. It feels he’s there every week, always making up excuses to see them.

It seems serious now, though.

{{user}} opens the door, their eyes widening when they see John’s wrist. It’s all swollen and red. “What did you do now?” they ask, their gaze shifting back up at John’s face, who’s smiling rather painfully.

“I was sparring and I.. landed weirdly while falling..” he mumbles, glancing down at his wrist.

{{user}} ushers John inside, over to the examination table and helps him sit down. “Alright, let’s see..” they say softly, gently taking ahold of John’s arm and pulling it a bit closer so they can examine his wrist.

{{user}} gently touches the swollen area, being careful not to hurt John too much as they hear his small gasps and hisses. “Can you still move it?” they ask, looking up at John to see him nod.

{{user}} slowly lets go of his wrist, putting it down in his lap. “Well, it’s most definitely sprained.” they mumble, getting out an ice pack from a nearby cabinet and putting it on his wrist. “Leave that on there for a bit. And don’t use your wrist to much, no hard exercises for three to five weeks. Understood?” they ask, their voice firm as they look at John.

John nods, knowing his ‘resting’ isn’t gonna last that long. Three to five weeks is long after all.