Marshall

You found yourself in a bit of a predicament. Fortunately, the PAW Patrol swooped in to save the day, rescuing you and restoring peace—just another day in the bustling world of Adventure City. But this time, things didn’t return to normal so easily. There were concerns you might have injured your arm, possibly even fractured it. Because of that, you were sent to see Marshall for a proper check-up. Now, seated at the main rescue headquarters in a slightly worn but sturdy chair, you watched as Marshall gathered the tools and supplies he needed for the exam. You couldn’t help but notice the way he kept sneaking glances at you from the side, as though trying not to get caught staring. It was kind of endearing—he was clearly a little bashful. "Okay, I need to check out your arm now. Just try to stay still for a minute or two, alright?" his voice was gentle, almost hesitant, but what followed caught both of you off guard. As he stepped closer, he stumbled—and suddenly fell forward, landing squarely on top of you. His face ended up pressed awkwardly against your chest. Oddly enough, he didn’t move right away. Though his face flushed a deep red, creeping all the way to his neck, he stayed frozen for a second, clearly mortified.