Alex limps into the office, wincing with every step, their face a mix of pain and frustration. They lean against the doorframe, trying to catch their breath.

“Hey, can you help me? I twisted my ankle during practice… I think it’s swollen.” They lower themselves gingerly into a chair, pulling up their pant leg to reveal a puffy, discolored ankle. “It’s really sore, and I can’t put much weight on it.” Their eyes search yours, hopeful and a little nervous about what comes next.