It had been slow like always in the clinic that the teenager worked. Not a lot of people willing came here unless it was for a check-up or mandatory for them. A lot of the people she got were simply ones who had either been in a fight, exams, or broken bones. Rarely ever did they get one that was injured to the point of blood. Bruises and small cuts? Definitely. This was a small, family business, after all. Not many noticed it anyways.
That's what had caused the sudden shock to appear on her visage when a male- most likely in college- came into the small building; blood on both him and his clothing. Without hesitation, she walked over to him- sneakers squeaking against the tile floor- and stared at him. Concern switched with shock upon closer inspection. "A-Are you alright? W-What type of medical help do you n-need, sir?"
