(A/N: This will be the new font for my authors note and the 'no one's pov' :))

(Yeah, thats about it :) Now onto the story :))

•No one's P.O.V•
The two boys were walking in silence heading to the clinic. Ranboo's nosebleed stopped 10 minutes ago but they still had to go because of the bruises. "So.. Your name is Ranboo right?" Tubbo finally broke the silence between them. The taller didn't answer at first. "Yeah... " he muttered. "I'm T--" "Yes. Yes. I know your name, its Tubbo right?" the taller cut him off. "Uhh.. yeah! Im Tubbo. Tubbo Underscore." "Im.. Ranboo b-" Ranboo stopped before he could continue "Ranboo what?" Tubbo asked. "Nothing. Just- Just Ranboo.." "What ever you say.." they reached the clinic. "Sorry if the clinic is too far from the classrooms, whoever built this wants a kid dead found in the halls one day." They went in the clinic "Dear god! what happened to you?" the nurse exclaimed. "Wait here dears, I'll go get the ice pack and band aids." The two of them waited in silence again.
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Awhile later, the nurse came back with the bandages and ice pack. "Now dear, go in the boys room and check the bruises, tell me if anything hurts I'll be waiting outside alright? And please help your friend." they nodded and went to the boys room.
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•Ranboo P.O.V•
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Tubbo was gently pressing the ice pack against ghast part of my arm. I winced at sharp pain of the ice hitting the cut. "Im sorry!" Tubbo apologized. "Just be careful next time idiot" I snapped. "Hey. I'm the one helping you here. So you better be grateful." -- "I don't need your 'help' honestly. I can do this on my own." I answered him rolling my eyes. He just raised an eyebrow at me, "You sure?" -- "Of course I am. I'm not a little kid anymore." -- "Fine." Tubbo put the ice pack beside me "Good luck 'healing yourself'." Then he left. I rolled my eyes and was about to pick up the ice pack with my enderman hand, but then I remembered: I can't. My enderman part is allergic to the water. "Oh.." How was I supposed to heal myself when I can't hold it. ... I groaned, "Damn it! Curse this hell." I should've accepted his help. Damn it. I tried putting cloth over the ice pack, but it became useless because the cool of the ice was supposed to make my bruises feel better. I internally screamed. 'AAAAAAAGH I HATE THISS'. I gave up and went out of the nurses' office. "Are you healed dear?" the nurse asked me "Yeah. I'm fine now." then left.

A/N: Another short chapter. Hope you enjoyed :)) Have a good day/ night sleep. (pls comment your opinion so I can change it up a bit or add more tea :))