Pip was sitting up on the table, bruised legs dangling down off of the side. The nurse closely examined a crimson crack in his forehead and dabbed it with a cloth, frowning as the action drew out more blood.
She walked over to the sink and rinsed out the cloth. She then turned back to the teenager, who was now dabbing his head wound with a patch on his sleeve and observing it afterwards, looking confused.
"Hey, stop that. You're going to make it worse." she plodded over to him with a bandage, slowly unravelling it so he could see what she was doing.
"Do I have to need that?" came the injured teen's jumbled response. He frowned at the way it sounded out loud.
"It's to stop the bleeding."
"I am bleeding?" he asked, peering at the blood on his sleeve once again. "Is that what I'm doing?"
The nurse sighed as she haphazardly patched up his injury. She didn't have the patience to be dealing with her concussed patient - she'd come to dislike the boy for his spineless behaviour. She was sick of him ending up in her medical room.
"Look Pip. I've wrapped up your wound and that should do for now. Since your parents aren't home, you'll have to stay in school this afternoon."
"School."
"Will you be alright?"
"Yes!" Pip nodded quickly, stopping as the feeling made him dizzy. He held a hand on his head to steady it.
There was a knock at the door. The nurse called for the person to enter, and Wendy walked in holding an envelope.
"Miss- Oh!" Wendy paused at seeing the British teenager sitting on the table.
"Hello!" Pip beamed, enthusiastically waving at her.
"Hello?" she walked over to the nurse and handed her the envelope. "Um... miss? What happened to him?"
"Who? Pip?" she ripped open the envelope seal. "He was hit by a rock."
"Shouldn't he go home then? He looks pretty bad."
The nurse glared at her. "Leave the doctoring to me, will you?"
Wendy nodded and went to leave the room. Pip jumped off the table and swiftly followed her, grabbing her arm. Wendy recoiled in shock. She saw Pip's pleading expression and frowned. Something wasn't right.
"What... do?" Pip started, shaking his head at his bad phrasing. "Um... can you help me?"
Wendy looked over at the nurse who had her head buried in the letter. The woman peered up and gestured for the teenager to leave the room and take the invalid with her.
Wendy shook away her anxieties and smiled kindly at Pip, who smiled back. She opened the door for him and he clung to her arm, cautiously stepping into the corridor. His wide eyes glanced around curiously, trying to take in all the sights and sounds.
The noirette led him down the corridor and he clung to her tightly, seemingly worried about completing this walk alone. Wendy was scared for him too. He was clearly concussed and it was at least an hour until school was dismissed.
She needed to stay with him.
"What's your name?" he suddenly asked, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. He had amnesia, too? Stupid nurse.
"I'm Wendy. Don't you remember?"
Pip thought for a moment, then smiled. "Oh yes! Sorry I do know you. I'm Pip and I know Wendy."
Wendy tried to not let her panic show. She couldn't take him to lesson in this state. He'd be even more of a laughing stock than he normally was. He wouldn't be able to comprehend it, either.
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South Park: Dragging Me Down
JugendliteraturMysterion saves Pip. (Reposted from Ao3! Cover art made by @r3dlotusasuneru on IG.)