Finger's Crossed: Mark of The Egos Volume II

Bruises

Schneeplestein locked the door behind him. "Sit," he ordered.
"Doc, I'm fine-" Chase started, but Schneep pulled his hand away to reveal a bruise on his face the size of two fists, as well as one on his throat. His nose was also bent out of shape.
"If you were fine, I wouldn't have had to bail you out," Schneep pointed out.
"He called MadPatt and MattPatt fictives!" Chase argued. "You understand he had to know his place!"
"And what's his place, Chase?" Schneeplestein asked. "Honestly. I want to know the answer."
Chase couldn't respond. Schneeplestein scoffed and shook his head. "Come on. Put your hood down. You're not emo."
Chase huffed and pulled his hood down, taking his hat off as well. Schneeplestein took his nose and Chase began to stutter.
"What are you doing?"
"Resetting the bones in your nose," Schneeplestein responded calmly. Chase started squirming, freaking out, but Schneep made quick work of putting it back. Chase screamed and Schneep sighed. He grabbed some medical tape and tried to continue his work, but Chase scooted back.
"What is that?" He squealed.
"It's medical tape," Schneep told him. "It's to assure that the bones repair normally."
When he was finished, Chase looked in a mirror and sighed. "I look like that one kid from Hereditary."
"In my opinion, he rocked that broken nose look," Schneep pointed out.
"Yeah, but I look like I got my ass kicked."
"You did." Someone chimed in. Schneeplestein and Chase turned to see Marvin at the door. He seethed when he saw Chase. "You look awful," he said.
"Gee, thanks," Chase snarked.
"In all honesty, though," Marvin continued, walking into Schneep's office. "The fight that broke out with the rioters got mainstream attention, and they wanted to interview a few egos who were involved in the fight. I have an interview with Linnie Cochran tomorrow night."
"Hold up, Linnie Cochran? 'The Show Of Linnie Cochran's Shenanigans' Linnie Cochran?" Chase laughed. "Good for you, bud!" Chase got up and wrapped Marvin up in a hug. Marvin couldn't help but smile, but he didn't feel happy about the interview that was about to happen. Linnie Cochran was anti-ego, but she was a fake pro-ego. The worst type of anti-egos. They were one skip away from a racist and a hop away from a homophobe.
Schneeplestein could sense that he didn't want to go that night, but said nothing. Marvin was a grown man; he could handle his own problems.