The med room was a standard nurse’s office. Two cots lined the left wall. A sink, cabinets, and minifridge were at the back. One of the cabinets had a lock. The door to Green’s office was on the right.

Jack knocked on Green’s door with his foot before taking a seat at the first cot. After a minute Green leaned out of his office. They made eye contact. Green sighed. Leaving his office door ajar, he stretched on a pair of gloves before getting near the bloody-mystery-meat-mess.

“Already?” He asked dryly, fully expecting an excuse.

“Yea,” Jack said. He didn’t have the energy to come up with anything. He uncovered his nose to let Green look at it. He turned Jack's head by his chin while Jack resisted the urge to resist.

“It’s not broken,” Green commented to himself. He took an ice pack out of the fridge and tossed a roll of paper towels at Jack who bunched up a handful of the scratchy brown paper and pressed it to his face. Ice stung the back of his neck.

“Fuck!” he shouted, flinching away. Green flicked his head.

“Don’t swear.” He sat next to him and pressed the ice pack back to his neck. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Jack shook his head. He’d learned his lesson about narking on Kyle long ago. He didn’t have a craving to feel even more pathetic either. 

“If I get involved, will that make it worse?” Green asked, getting to the point. Jack nodded. “If this happens again I won’t have a choice.”

And, what, put Kyle in time out? Jack rolled his eyes at the thought. 

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” Green asked wearily, like a foster asking if he knew about sex.

Shame and embarrassment heated Jack’s ears. He didn't know what his fosters had included in their report. He assumed they’d left most of it out. The fact that Green was asking this now meant he either hadn’t read all of it earlier or was phishing.
    “When things don’t go well some fosters try and make themselves look good instead of addressing the problem. It’s not a line of logic I particularly approve of.” Jack shifted his weight to lean away. Green pressed further. “I was surprised to see you were already going to the nearest school. It was noted that your cause of transfer was due to ‘bad influences.”