“Try not to move too much, this might sting a little.” Kyle's voice was soft but firm as he crouched down in front of an Aekean athlete. Spacedrop was a thrilling sport, one that he had done a good handful of times himself. An almost unhealthy mix of danger and adrenaline, the first sport of the Rejected Olympics gave him no choice but to offer his medical services. The injuries so far had varied from toilet seat concussions to bacon grease burns. The athlete in front of him had collided with a kitten star, and the deep claw marks on her face was a testimony to its poor attitude.
“It was so adorable,” she told him, struggling to not squirm away from his touch. “Even when it stuck its claws into my face...” Kyle nodded sympathetically, doing his best to keep her steady as he cleaned and bandaged the deepest of cuts along her brow and jawline. His kind gray eyes were squinted with dedicated focus has his gloved hands worked quickly but with the precise attention and effectiveness that Aekeans prided themselves on.
When he finished, the young Aekean gave him a genuine smile despite the grimace that followed the movement of her face. As blush rose to his cheeks he couldn't help but sheepishly return the gesture. All in a days work.