It wasn't often Jack was called in to deal with patients directly these days, but he didn't mind. He often missed the face-to-face of active healing and working with those who needed their help. His administrative position felt like far too much paperwork and consulting than anything else. He couldn't complain, he had a son to provide for and now that Emerson was off to school, Jack didn't feel too bad about working longer, later hours. Still, it was surreal to think that his only son was a first year this year. Emerson seemed to be having an absolutely wonderful time at school, which was a relief, even if it made Jack feel incredibly old.

The head of a harried healer popping into his office with a request to take a look at some kind of bite got Jack out from behind his desk. For some reason they always called him when it was a kid. Something about his easy way with them. Well, he did have lots of practice after all. He flipped through the chart presented, but couldn't glean much information from the words on the page, he would have to take a solid look at it.

"I hear somebody got nipped," he said gently as he entered the exam room, looking between mother and child. Jack was usually pretty good at reading a room, trying to gauge the state of both the room's occupants. Sometimes the kids were more worked up, sometimes the mother. "Can you tell me what happened?" He smiled between the pair, pulling up a stool to take a look at what it was he was dealing with.