"Oh dear. Do you need help getting to Dr. Tenent's office?"

He sits up, wincing.

“I have no idea how bad this is or isn't. Feels like I could walk.”

"I'll get you somebody in case you collapse on the way there."

He exits the room and comes back with a six-foot-tall girl wearing a partial suit of power armor. She extends a hand to help Jonathan up.

He accepts the help up and out, wincing all the way.

The girl starts off towards the medical center.

She's pretty laconic, for a value of "laconic" that includes "completely silent."

His part of the conversation is muttered “ow”s.

After the third or so, she looks quite concerned.

"Would you like me to carry you? I'm very strong."

His mind weighs embarrassment and pain and good judgement.

“yes please i think i'm probably fine but I don't really know”

She picks him up with no visible effort and holds him in a bridal carry. She continues at a jog, keeping her arms steady so Jonathan isn't jostled.

"There's no shame in knowing your own limits!" she proclaims. "Even a minor injury can grow in severity if ignored."

Mmph.

She's a fast jogger. They make it to the medical center pretty quickly; she brings him to Dr. Tenent's room immediately.

Dr. Tenent clicks her tongue in concern as her hair starts glowing. "Oh, dear. I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. What happened?"

"Uh, I fell down in power testing and I tried to use my power and I hurt myself worse than not doing anything would have."

Her now-glowing eyes narrow. "Was it that fucking boxing glove thing?"

"—yes."

"I hate that thing," she groans. "I keep telling them one of these days that routine is going to get someone seriously hurt. If not a kid, then a tester. You seem to have just... strained pretty much every muscle in your body simultaneously. You'll be alright within a couple of days, or a couple of hours if you're an Exemplar. When you start Martial Arts they'll teach you how to take a fall properly and you shouldn't have that problem again."

"Yeah. Exemplar. Thanks."

"...Alice?" Dr. Tenent prompts.

"Yes?" the girl in power armor responds.

"You can put him down now."

Alice puts him down.

"If it's just muscles and they'll be OK shortly I'll just walk carefully to my room and rest?"

"Exactly what I would recommend," Dr. Tenent says.

Alice waves goodbye and starts jogging back towards the lab/workshop area.

Then he will do that.

It being the middle of the school day, Twain is pretty empty. The only person in the front hall is a balding centaur wearing a tweed jacket. He looks up. "Can I- oh! You must be our new resident. I'm Amos Edgely, housefather of Twain. Glad to finally meet you." He extends a hand. "I hope you're settling in well?"

"Sorry, I need to lie down," he says as he limps towards his room.

"Oh? I have healing, if that'd help."

He has read barely enough of the student handbook to know that "housefather" is in fact some kind of official position. He does not actually want to be in pain for another hour or so or to put off everyone who bothers him much as he is in the mood for that right now. He stops.

"Uh, okay. It is just — muscles."

"Well, it does seem to be troubling you." Amos closes his eyes and a white light coalesces in his palm, then extends to Jonathan.

He's not in pain anymore! Hooray.