Physical confrontations were fairly frequent in an institute, but it was a rather rarer occurrence when the nurse encountered an older patient picking on someone so obviously younger. Really now.

She hurried over as soon as she heard the yelling, stepping between the pair and deftly separating them with the practiced ease of someone who'd done this for years.

"Excuse me!" She rounded on the older patient. "I trusted you had better problem-solving skills, Mr. Gilmour. Exactly what is the trouble here?"