Asclepius

I.

In a town named Wellston, a school nurse was sitting behind his desk. His face was blank as his baggy eyes drowned in the whirlpool of his stirred coffee.

The grumpy looking man took a glance at his watch and groaned, as his most despised hour had finally arrived.

Student's lunch time, a.k.a. the time when his infirmary became a broken dam.

With a sip of his coffee, he accepted what would soon come to his doorstep.

The first kid came 5 minutes after the bell, holding his belly like it would fall apart in any second.

The second came right after he handed over the first's tonic, with bleeding nose and limping leg.

The third came right after the second received some bandage. At least these kids were not as bad as the usual—

The door slammed open, the sound caused everyone inside the room to flinch.

"DOC!"

The perpetrator was none other than a messy looking red haired brat, knocking his latest (second latest) patient down to the ground.

Darren opened his mouth to give a whooping scold, before he shut it back as his eyes went to what the boy was carrying.

It was an unmoving male student with orange hair, red fluid dripping down like a leaking air conditioner. 

"HELP! ISEN IS—"

"Place him on the bed," Darren cut off, wasting time was the last thing they needed. "and get out!"

The red kid flinched before he quickly nodded. He placed his friend on the closest empty bed before he scurried off.

Darren pulled the disheveled shirt off and grimaced. The main damage was a circular, bleeding wound in the lower abdomen. Whatever the cause was, it was strong enough to pierce deep into flesh, leaving it horribly charred and bleeding.

Long story short, the now pale kid needed help as soon as possible, something that could not be offered by his tonic alone. Even hospital aid could not reach the school in time.

Not even two months after becoming Wellston Private High School's nurse, Darren had found himself a dying brat.

"Um..."

Annoyed, The man turned his head with a scowl. The speaker was none other than his second latest patient.

"S-should I come back another time?"

-0-

"Damn it..."

When his overcharged beam had landed on Isen's stomach, Blyke knew he had screwed up. His effort to break through Isen's defense had become much, much worse.

He had completely and utterly f*cked up.

After walking back and forth for a countless amount of time, Blyke ended up right beside the infirmary's door, sliding his back down to the ground. He hugged his knees and sank his face into it, ignoring the crowd that began to whisper.

All in his mind was Isen's condition. Was he going to be okay?

Blyke was aware of his ability's destructive power, something which had been reminded by his father countless of times to prevent accidents. The fact that he had made one anyway made his lips curled in self disappointment.

When the hall's PA activated, Blyke did not care, at least before he heard what it announced.

[To every healer, please go to infirmary immediately. I repeat, To every healer...]

It was the voice of the last person he had talked to. Doc's usual grumpy tone was absent, replaced by extreme urgency which served as a stomach dropper.

The red head had never heard of similar event before, a fact which spoke how dire the situation truly was.

And it was all his fault.

*Blip blop~*

Blyke's phone rang, signaling a new message. He took the phone out of his pocket before he froze in horror.

On top of the screen was a quick notification of his newest text message, displaying the sender and its content for a few seconds.

[Remi : Blyke? Did something happen?]

... F*ck.

[Remi: People said you had fought with Isen and things got messy(?)]

Blyke's right hand tightened its grip on his phone. The thought to left it unread was tempting, but he quickly squashed it by pressing the pop up.

[Yeah, I messed up. Isen is in infirmary right now]

And sent.

He gulped, imagining the chewing he would receive later.

Taking a deep breath, Blyke stood up and walked towards the closest toilet. He could not visit Isen anytime soon. The least he could do was to make himself presentable for the burning road he would soon cross.

He hoped Elaine would arrive as soon as she could.

*Click*

A certain door was opened and Blyke instinctively turned to look. It was only a glimpse, but it was enough for him to get a good look at the visitor.

At first, he was expecting a shorter girl with long aqua hair. Instead, he found himself a boy with the most questionable hairstyle.

It was the new kid, John, a student who had entered Wellston yesterday.

"So, out of curiosity..."

Ah, of course!

"What is your ability, John?"

One innocent question was sprung. A question that would decide the fate of its respondent's social standing. Hearing the question, other students turned their attention towards Elaine and the newcomer, halting whatever they were doing to eavesdrop.

Many took John's initial silent in negative light. After a few seconds, some of them lost interest, betting that the new kid was another weak mob.

How could he forget?

Opening his mouth, the new kid gave out his answer.

"I am a Healer."

There were now two Healers in Wellston.