Kaylee's POV

I had just finished tending a patient, when Razer burst in, his face full of alarm.

"Razer?" I asked.

"It's Kyle," he said. "He literally punched his fist into the window."

"What? Why?" I asked, astonished.

"I'm not sure," Razer replied, we just found him on the ground, clutching his fist, and saying something that Meeps translated to go fuck a porcupine.

"Can you  bring him in here?" I asked, and Razer nodded.

A moment later, Kyle walked in, gritting his teeth.

I started to take the glass shards out while asking him questions.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Kyle replied, grimacing.

"Can you tell me how you broke the window of your room?" I asked.

Kyle hesitated. "I slipped," he said. "And my fist accidentally smashed into the window."

"Are you sure that's what really happened?" I asked as I took the last piece of glass out and began to bandage his hand.

Kyle nodded.

"You're absolutely sure?" I asked for a final time, knowing that he was lying.

"I'm sure," he replied. "Thanks,"

Then he got up and walked away.