I took Nicole to my house where I got out medical supplies from a compartment in my room.

"Nice room you got, nerd." Nicole said, sitting on the bed.

"Thanks." I sarcastically say.

I gave Nicole two ice packs, one for her wrist and the other for her eye. I wrapped both in extra bandanas I had.

"Here, give me your hand." She extends her hurt hand, but winces and recoils it again.

"I know it hurts, but I want to see how bad it is."

"What? It doesn't hurt. I'm as strong as stone, nothing hurts m-" She stops when I hold onto both of her hands and extend them towards me. She tries to keep herself from yelping in pain.

"Your wrists....." I say as I notice something about them both.

"What?"

"Nothing it's just, they feel so........sturdy. How did that Cynthia hurt you?"

"Please don't mention that name. And she......uh......pushed me down and I tried to stop myself with my hand but I banged it against a locker......." She turned red with mentioning something simple that hurt her.

"Alright, um your wrist is out of place so I'm going to have to pop it back. This is going to hurt.......a lot." I winced.

"Just get it over with......" She sighed.

"I'm going to count to three, ok. One......two......three!" I pushed her hand back. She screamed from the pain.

"Sorry...." I mumbled and wrapped her hand with bandages.

"It's f-fine....." She winced.

"I'll be back, I'll have to freeze these and bring back new ones. You'll have to wait 30 minutes to put another ice pack again, try not to force your eye open." I held up some melted ice packs.

"Sure, whatever I guess." She mumbled.

I went into the kitchen and found a note from my mom:

We're going to be home late so help yourself to some oatmeal cookies I made on the counter. And if you invite anyone over, share with them, just don't eat too many of them. Your father get cranky without them.

Love you, Mom

I put the note down and got out some new ice packs from the fridge and placed the old ones back. Be glad my parents are still at their dojo.

I took a tray and placed the cookies on a plate as well as the ice packs.

When I got upstairs, I didn't see her on my bed, which made me panic that she left without healing her eye. But then I heard movement.

I noticed that she was looking at some pictures on my desk. Then she paused and picked up a picture of me with my parents.

"Do you like that picture?" I smirked and made her jump and drop the photo.

"Don't do that!" She growled, sitting back on the bed.

"It's not my fault! I was trained to be stealthy." I smirked. I put the picture back in it place after I set the tray on the bed.

"Oatmeal?" She asked, picking one up.

"Yeah why? You don't like them? I know they're not the most popular. I can get something else if you want."

"No, it's not that. It just that it's the first time someone offers me something without chocolate."

"You're.......allergic?"

"Something like that."

There was silence.

"So your parents really are Lloyd and Medelah Garmadon......?" She asked.

"What, you didn't believe that?" I asked.

"Well, I usually don't believe rumors......" She simply said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't blame you. So why did Cynthia do this to you?" I picked up a cookie.

"Don't say that name! Plus she just did. She's always bullied me. Ever since kindergarten. She knows stuff about me that other people don't. I.......I just don't want to talk about it to someone I just met today." She crossed her arms.

"Ok, I won't force you to say anything you don't want to. You still need help though."

"Why does everyone say that?! I'm capable of doing things on my own." She hissed.

"Even your father, Cole needed to learn to ask for help." I winked.

"But I don't need it! I'm fine!"

"You screamed." I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah.......because it hurt......." She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It kinda hurt........" She mumbled again.

"I didn't quite catch that." I smirked.

"It hurt alright?!" She turned around. I got up and tilted her head to look at her black eye for blood, I didn't see any.

"Are you having any problems seeing?"

"No. I don't think so." With that I used a towel that I had warmed up in the dryer and placed it against her eye.

"W-what are you doing?" She grabbed my hand.

"Making warm compressions against your eye."

"Can't I do it myself? This is weird enough already." I nodded and handed her the towel.

"You should probably call your dads. They're probably worrying about you."

"Pfft, they both knows I can handle myself." She crossed her arms.

"Still.....I'm going to be back I have to get something." I left the room and went into the living room to get my bag.

I got the book and went into my room. She wasn't there anymore. The window was wide open though.

There was a note on my bed:

Hey nerd, I called my dad(Cole). He said to come home immediately. Thanks for helping me, but in the future, don't, I won't need it. I've dealt with this before.