I climb back up and fall off backwards landing in a handstand spraining my wrist but not showing it.

He sensed something was wrong. "What did you do, what happened. Where is the injury." He kneeled by her side and lifted her wrist. "It's sprained, let me help." He picked her up and walked toward his window.

"How did you notice that because I'm pretty good at hiding pretty much everything pain, emotions, objects, and ect." I say amazed that he noticed.

He opened the window with one hand and held her in the other. "It's weird, but I can sense when something is wrong, like if someone is hurting on the inside or just hurt themself." He climbed in the window, still carrying her, and put her down on her bed. He sat her up and held her sprained wrist gently, as if it would break if he held it any more roughly or tightly. He grabbed some gauze from his first aid kit and wrapped it around her hand and wrist. "Don't take it off."

"It's only sprained." I say using my other hand to get my dragon earrings out.

"Sprained or not it needs to heal. Do you want to be in agonizing pain or to be able to use your wrist in a week or two?" He tightened the gauze and applied more so she couldn't move her wrist.

"I can deal with pain but I need to use my wrist to wright." I say as I unclip my dragon necklace.

"It's not like we have classes." He sighed and put the gauze away. "Your wrist needs to heal. Writing is out of the question so either learn to be ambidextrous or I can fore a notice of excuse for you.

"Ambawhat?" I ask confused as to what that word even is.

"Ambidextrous, when you can use both hands to write."