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: ̗̀➛ Morana winced as the school nurse applied ointment to the scratch on her face. it tingled as it cleaned the ugly, bleeding mark across her cheek.
"Morana, how did you get this again?" the nurse questioned, digging in her cabinets for a bandage.
"i fell." she picked at her cuticles as the bandage was applied to her face. "this is the 3rd time this week that you come for an injury. and every single time you say you fell." the nurse stared at her, unconvinced.
"im very clumsy. you can ask my friends." she defended, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"whatever you say dear, ah! Scaramouche!" the nurse exclaimed as Scaramouche stood in the doorway awkwardly.
both were equally surprised to see each other. Scaramouche only coughed and adverted his stare to the nurse who gave him a small cup that rattled. Morana watched as he pulled a small pill out of it and easily swallowed it.
"here, make sure you take the rest at lunch okay?" the nurse ordered, marking down on a clipboard as Scaramouche nodded. "Morana you are free to leave as well."
Morana stood up and waited for Scaramouche to leave the room before exiting. "..you take pills?" she trailed behind him.
"duh." he rolled his eyes, slightly slowing down so she was at his side. "what for?" she asked, glancing at her dirty sneakers.
Scaramouche noticed that she slowly became more comfortable around him. talking more, making jokes and even holding eye contact for a little. he wasnt sure if that was a good or bad thing because he didnt realize how curious she was. she had questions for everything.
"my anger problems." he muttered, crossing his arms in frustration. the pills helped for the first couple hours until he had to take another. it got tiring having to constantly take them just to feel a little better.
"ohh." she made an 'o' shape with her mouth. "what about you? whats with the bandage?" he pointed out the thing covering a part of her cheek.
"i tripped." she straighten out the wrinkles on her basic black lace tank top that paired nicely with the short white cargo shorts she wore.
"does it have something to do with what happened yesterday at the library?" he suddenly questioned, taking her by surprise. she tensed up and Scaramouche noticed her.
"w-what? wha.. what makes you say that?" she mumbled, giving herself away. "oh well you left so fast i thought maybe you tripped on your way home." he glanced at her, noticing how she relaxed. but her little slip up immediately raised Scaramouches suspicions.
