Helanie:
After Kaye checked on me, he noticed that the seniors and nosy juniors had started coming out, probably to see why a professor was talking to a student alone without involving others.
"Take care and apply something on it. I'll ask you to send me a picture of this injury in a few hours," he warned me, gesturing slightly with his finger as he pointed at me.
Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, someone called out to him.
"Professor Kaye!"
I stepped aside to let her pass as she came running like a headless chicken. It was the senior, Sage.
She approached with a prideful expression on her face, wearing her best attire—a new tracksuit and headphones—as if she were all set for a fun run.
"Yes?" Kaye asked. He already seemed to know her. I mean, she was a top senior, so he definitely knew of her.