Of Blood and Stress

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Sena Park

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Apr 24, 2014
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Third day in school. She's still fairly new here, hence she was expected to be more cautious with her actions. However, this would not be possible for Sena as even if she tried to be careful, her physical condition made her an accident magnet. From her classroom, she headed to the staircase to reach the dorms as she forgot to get her book for the next subject. However, in the middle of the staircase, her knees felt like locking, unable to be bent or controlled for a moment.

BLAG. She flew from the mid section down the last step, landing with her head hitting the floor. She cried loudly, like how a child would do if he stumbled, but no one was there to listen to her. Finally feeling that her legs are manageable, she slowly picked herself up. She could feel something oozing down from her forehead down her cheeks. Her hand found a way to where it came from, and after touching it she looked at her hand, seeing blood.

"Fuck," she murmured. There was a bad cut on her forehead. Clumsy Sena Park then slowly walked her way to the infirmary. She knocked twice on the door, but before someone could open it or before she could hold the knob and turn it, everything turned around. Dizzy. She felt herself falling once more.

Then black out.

She just passed out, right outside the infirmary door.
 
Alfalfalcon

Alfalfalcon

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Feb 24, 2014
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Félix routinely moved through this part of the school. It was a bit of detour between classes, but he often did it to avoid a certain someone in the more popular parts of the school. He would often glance into the infirmary, a morbid curiosity beckoning him to see what sort of mystical injuries these gifted students could inflict upon themselves. He knew some could survive a beheading – imagine being a nurse and seeing a headless student stumble in with their head carried like a football!

But, at least when one made it into the infirmary they could rest easy when the best healers were ready to care for them. Félix noticed soon enough the girl on the floor just missing the door, a smear of blood coming from her head. Félix's mind started to swim, his breath stopping and his heart skipping a beat. There was an injured student, and he had to do something.

The hell was he going to do?

“Hello...?” Félix rushed down the stairs and knelt beside the girl. He could see the wound's opening now. Head wounds always looked worse than they were, but it was still a bad injury. He checked her pulse. She was alive, but unconscious. Okay, uh, well... the infirmary was right here.

Félix manifested a tendril out of thin air. It extended from the back of his neck and coiled around the infirmary door handle. The black limb pulled the door open while Félix tried to examine Sena for any other possible wounds.

“Help...! I need help, this girl's injured!” Félix yelled straight into the infirmary, expecting someone to come out and help him. Times like these he wished he had first aid training. Félix was too shaken to even follow basic steps.
 
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