Sometime after sunrise

Friday.

It was a day that almost everyone looked forward to. Everyone looked forward to the time off from school, finally being able to be with their families, playing the games that they enjoyed, and just being plain away from the stress of having to remember every particular detail of their education. It is also this time of the week where the school was at its emptiest. The silence was where Grace found home, and it was here in this infirmary where she decided to chronicle the last few hours of her day so far. A pen and her diary in hand, she wrote down a detailed account of her life.

A detailed account included the moment that a fair lady was brought into the room. Blonde hair and hints of emerald eyes behind soft eyelids, the teenager was certainly cute as cute goes. Clothing suggested a masculine nature, however. Which made the older woman wonder lightly about herself; she wouldn’t call herself feminine or masculine. She was herself.

She gazed at the wall clock, it was a quarter past five, and certainly the Academy doors are probably going to close and it was going to be curfew in a couple of hours in certain dormitories. The young woman had been asleep for a while. The people who brought her in never really told her why she passed out.

Grace glaced at the patient’s bed and adjusted her glasses before a sigh left her lips. Can’t go home with a patient still in the hospital bed; she supposed it was nice to have a little R&R time before going home. She closed her diary, pocketing the small book into her coat before standing up and opening the blinds, allowing the orange light of the sunset reach the darkening room.

It was one of those moments where you’d think of some nostalgic moment in your life.

If you could remember anything, anyways.

Hearing some light shifting, the Doctor swiveled her chair to face the sleeping student, smiling lightly. “Good morning.” She greeted, adjusting her glasses. “… or Good evening, I suppose. Do you know where you are?”

“Indeed.” The Doctor answered back, her blue eyes glowing against the dusk light. “It’s nice to see you coherent. Hopefully you’re feeling okay.” For the most part, she knew that many women, men and children in this academy are gifted in one way or another. The staff were supposedly full of them; including herself. Would she consider her skill a power? Not really; many autistic children manifested similar symptoms as she did.

So it was probably prudent to assume that whatever caused her fainting can either be due to a medical condition or a supernatural nature. Either were things that she was admittedly not willing to cross out the list yet; scientific reasoning must be applied. Shifting her glasses again, the auburn-haired doctor stood up and turned the dimmer lights on. “Hope this doesn’t blind you too much. Don’t force yourself to get up so soon. You might pass out again.”

Reaching for the drawers, the lady took out a few bags of tea, an electric kettle, and a few other complementary condiments, setting it on her desk. “Would you like some tea?” She looked at the blonde teenager as she took the kettle to the sink, filling it with water. “Some sugar to jumpstart your body might be good for you before you go off your merry way. I have some sweets somewhere here if you want some as well.”

She set the kettle down and went to turn the lights on fully. Hopefully, both their eyes would have adjusted to the light. “By the way, If you are wondering.” She looked at the patient, “My name is Doctor Grace Laurie.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to tell me your name. I promise you that I will often forget within the next twenty-four hours.” Grace looked at the woman, “Hopefully you haven’t forgotten any particular hunch that might have led to your fainting?”

Tea was certainly something to be had then. Of course, the incident certainly would have to do with fainting if sensory overload was the case. That was one of the many things that would prove a challenge to actually prevent happening depending on how powerful the sensations presented were. The brain can only take so much abuse; and it was certainly not designed for special powers like the ones presented by most of the population in this island.

Tucking her short reddish brunette hair behind her ear, the doctor set the now-filled kettle aside, waiting for it to come to a boil. “That explains it.” She said, bringing the tea bags and other condiments to the table at the woman’s bedside. “Surely though, you must have been trying some method of containing or controlling your powers, yes?” The doctor gave her a small smile before walking off into a door by the right, where the lady would probably hear some light shuffling and other noises as the Doctor made her attempt at reaching something from behind refrigerator shelves.

“Do you enjoy mochi? Custard pudding?” The lady inquired, searching the cold shelf for something tasty. This was most certainly a good opportunity or perhaps even an excuse to indulge in the occasional sucrose-filled treat. The brain works on a certain level of glucose, so hopefully a nice blend of tea and sweet-filled desserts would help the lady in feeling well enough to leave.

Then maybe she could go home.

“Also,” She began, “It is rather late; do you feel like you can make it home on your own or would you like me to take you home? I can drive, if I must.”

(SORRY SHORT POST BECAUSE I SUCK ;-;)