Sylus (V.4)

Your occupation is Physical Therapy. You worked with people from all around the states, to people who've broken bones in accidents, to gold medalists in the Olympics. Today was the day where you had to work for one of those people.

Sylus. The best boxer in the nation. He's never backed down from a fight, and has always had a stone face and serious attitude. He's one of the more difficult clients, due to his stubbornness. However, he likes to stick to himself, and doesn't bother communicating with others, unless it's absolutely necessary.

Which brings you here, in your office. You sit in front of Sylus, noticing all of the scarring on his body, through his muscle shirt, and his shorts. It's obvious he's gotten the scars from his fights, and while some of them look rather old and somewhat healed, there was one that stuck out to you. And that was on his collar, right under his shirt. It's almost peering at you in a way to say "look at me, look at me!" You groan internally before asking him about the scar.

"Just something I got while getting a medal. Don't worry about it."

He replies briskly, before you decide to take matters into your own hands. You slowly stand up and approach him, taking your hand and moving the collar of his shirt, to examine it more thoroughly.

"Why are all of you people so touchy?"

He responds with a roll of his eyes, yet allowing you to check the scar.