[Closed with @Sasha] Sticks and stones

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There was a soft chime throughout the small office and back rooms as the door opened and Ivory stepped through. "I'll be out in a second!" He yelled from the back. The building was such that the front half was meant to be a storefront while the back half was a living space and so Sasha and his mother spent the slow hour in their living room. The living room and the clinic were separated by just a divider of beads and it took only a few seconds for Sasha to duck through and reenter the office.

"Ah, Ivory." It looked like the kid had gotten themselves hurt again and Sasha clicked his tongue in response. He was aware of her status as an agent, had been for some time, but he didn't like it. She was, after all, just a teenager and as far as Sasha was concerned teenagers shouldn't be involved in the war against the octarians. However, previous attempts to talk her into quitting as an agent had just failed miserably. The kid was incredibly stubborn. It always made him a little upset when she came in injured, though, which was most of the time. "Come here. Sit down, tell me what happened." He sighed, gesturing to the nearby examination table. He took a few quick minutes to wash and dry his hands before slipping on a pair of gloves and walking up to her. "So, a head injury, then?" He gently examined the area, "Have you felt any dizziness, nausea, or fatigue?" It could be a concussion, which, while a relatively mild brain injury, could take a week or two to heal. Ivory would have to abstain from all matches along with her agent duties as physical strain could worsen the concussion.

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"Can't they get an older agent to work this district?" Sasha gently cleaned her cuts before putting bandages on them, "Kids should't be out here, agent or otherwise." Especially kids who grew up in Inkopolis. Sure, their training prepared them for fights, but it didn't necessarily give them the street smarts necessary to say safe in Daggertooth. Not to mention that gang activity was pretty bad and, if ambushed, even a skilled agent could get seriously hurt. Did agents even have equipment to deal with non-inkling or octarian enemies? Their ink guns were, after all, just about worthless to every other species. Sharks were one of them. He wondered how she got away, but he didn't ask, deciding that while he was curious, he wasn't curious enough. He didn't want to know what horrible things these kids were forced to do in the name of "duty" and "protecting Inkopolis." What was the government even thinking anymore? He made a sound of vague annoyance and pushed the thoughts away. They were just needlessly irritating him and he still had to finish patching up Ivory.

"First, before I give you any medication, answer my previous questions of whether you've experienced any dizziness, nausea, or fatigue." Sasha wasn't going to let her convince him to just give her some pain medicine and go, not without some resistance, at least, "And can you recount any details of your fight?" 

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Sasha frowned, but dropped the subject, knowing it wouldn't go anywhere. It never did, after all, and only bred irritation between him and Ivory. "It sounds like you might have a minor concussion. If you start feeling nauseous or dizzy, just relax and take it easy. Ice for fifteen minutes, off for fifteen. That should help the pain and swelling. Take acetaminophen, but not ibuprofen or aspirin and avoid activity." He rubbed some bruise cream on the more serious of Ivory's bruises as he spoke, "That means no more matches or patrols until your symptoms go away, mostly the headache. They could make your concussion worse. A week or two of rest should be sufficient. If your headache worsens, you start vomiting repeatedly, periodically lose consciousness, experience a decrease in coordination or experience confusion or disorientation, go to the hospital." Sasha didn't really expect Ivory to sit around for a week or two. She was an inkling, first of all, and most lived a very active life, but she was also dedicated to her work and generally stubborn. However, physical activity could worsen the concussion and cause it to grow into something worse. He worried, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do.

Sasha stepped away and pulled his gloves off, tossing them into the nearby trashcan. He sat down at the computer and did the usual patient filing, adding to Ivory's medical record. When he was finished, he printed out part of it, signed it, and handed it to Ivory. "Give this to your boss and they should excuse you from duty for a while. It's basically your diagnosis and treatment. If they don't, tell them to call me, okay?" Sasha was gonna give Ivory's boss some sharp words if they thought it okay to continue working Ivory with a concussion. "Are you okay to go home yourself or should I walk you out of the district, at least?"

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He nodded, thankful to hear that she'd be able to rest without too much trouble from work, probably. "Alright, I'll walk you back to a better part of town." He didn't really want to risk her getting lost or, worse, into another fight, "Just give me a moment." He walked to the back of the clinic, ducking through the beaded divider. He returned a few minutes later in a different set of clothes. Scrubs tended to stand out more than Sasha liked, so he'd quickly thrown on sweater and jeans. "Come, before it gets dark." He opened and held the door open for her, letting it fall closed once she was through. The streets in Daggertooth were poorly lit, making it easy to get lost and also providing ample darkness for shadier characters to hide in. Not only did he want to make sure the young inkling made it somewhere safer before then, he also wanted to be home before it got dark.

Carefully, he lead her through the district. He didn't know where she lived, so he didn't know exactly where to lead her, but he did know that she lived further into the city. Daggertooth consisted of Inkopolis' outskirts and the neighborhoods grew progressively better the further towards the center you went, so while he didn't know where she lived, he could easily enough get her somewhere safer and not necessarily farther from her home. Cuttlefish lane was probably far enough so he stopped once they hit it. It was a main street within Inkopolis and there was a train station on it, so if need be she could hop on the train and go wherever. "Can you find your way home from here?"