Gremlins of Chaos: New school, New Adventure

2. I'm Tough! I Ain't No Bitch!

"Will she be alright?"

... who was that? Wasn't Adrian? Unless he somehow mastered a British accent in a day.

"Oh she'll be fine," a kind woman's voice said, "Honestly, her injuries could've been a lot worse. Was she like this before or after you hooligans arrived?"

"We honestly couldn't tell ya," Now I recognized Adrian's voice, "When we arrived, she and Hermione were cornered by the troll, and Mel already looked like she had taken a beating."

"I see. Then she must have been fighting the troll before you arrived. And based on these injuries, she may have tried to use more than just her wand."

"Of fucking course she did."

Yeah, that was Adrian.

"If I remember correctly, you had jumped at the troll as well," I heard Hermione say, most likely giving Adrian a knowing look.

"Oh thank you so very much, Hermione."

I slowly opened my eyes, groaning as the light hit my eyes, "Dear God, even when I could've died you are still a sarcastic asshole."

"Mellie!" Adrian ran into my line of vision, grabbing my right shoulder, "Are you alright?! What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"Slow down there," I placed a hand over Adrian's gently, pushing myself up, "I feel like a million cheese graters are scrapping at my brain."

"Well, that's a fun image to picture," I turned towards the voice, seeing Hermione standing next to Glasses and Ronald McDonald.

"You need to take it easy Ms. Moore," an older woman in a nurse's uniform said, carrying a tray with an arrangement of bottles on it, "Your injuries may not have been fatal, but you still lost a lot of blood. You should be good to go once you get your bearings and get something into your stomach."

And with that, she left, leaving me alone with the fellow troll survivors. I looked over the group of misfits, trying to see if I could notice any injuries. Thankfully, they appeared to have none, and let out a sigh of relief.

"What happened after I passed out?" I asked, swinging my legs over the edge of the cot and gripping my head, "The last thing I recall is calling Adrian a dumbass."

"Of course, that is the first thing you can recall," Adrian grumbled, "But you have a lot of explaining to do missy."

"Oo I'm so scared," I wiggled my fingers at Adrian, talking in a whiney voice, "The big bad Adrian is-"

"Melody, I'm serious."

That shut me up. Adrian rarely ever called me by my full name. That means I'm most likely fucked.

"Madam Pomfrey said that even with the blood loss, you did not lose nearly enough blood to have passed out as you did. She said a possible reason is that you didn't have enough iron and nutrients in your body, to begin with."

... Oh I'm fucked.

Adrian gripped my shoulders and stared into my soul, "Melody Moore, when was the last time you've eaten?"

"This morning."

Adrian stood up straight and crossed his arms, "And you call me a dumbass."

"Cause you are."

"Melody, when was the last time you've had a fucking meal."

I went to answer, but Adrian cut me off, "That wasn't a fucking Snickers bar."

I closed my mouth. He had me there. I started tapping my finger against my thigh, biting my inner lip.

Of course, I was causing more problems. When wasn't I causing problems? I couldn't even take care of myself properly, what kind of person can't remember to eat a goddamn sandwich?