INTO THE FIRE ● TWST

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE ONE WHERE I DIE

YOU WERE SO EMBARRASSED- you weren't able to walk to the infirmary properly, so you leaned on Ace- who was a lot more touchy then earlier- and hobbled your way there.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Deuce asks, concern etched on his face. You nod, "Don't worry about me- go get some rest." You noticed how all three of them were yawning, and Grim had fallen asleep in your arms. "Would you mind taking him to Ramshackle? I'll be along later." You say, handing Grim to Ace's outstretched arms.

With that, Deuce and Ace turn to leave, both of them wishing you a speedy recovery. You open the door to the infirmary, and seeing the room empty, you decide to wait for the nurse on one of the beds, and promptly pass out, the days exhaustion taking over you.

Passing out not once, but twice was crazy. You awoke in the infirmary, the bright lights and sterile smell hitting your senses.. It seemed you were up early again, a few rays of light making their way into the room. You yawn, sitting upright on the cot, taking note of the empty room. "Where'd the nurse go.." You mutter, stretching your stiff and sore muscles. Running a hand through your hair, you're disappointed to note the tangles, which were not there yesterday. Despite being unable to see a mirror, you were willing to place money on the fact that you looked like hell, considering what you had gone through last night. You still struggled to wrap your head around everything that had occurred, from charring a statue to breaking a chandelier to almost getting killed. This would make a crazy get ready with me.

"Uh-"

You whirl around, noticing an unfamiliar voice. To no one's surprise, it was another boy. This one was skinny and had light brown hair, flipping up at the ends. The weird thing was, in place of human ears, he had what looked to be animal ears. So furries were real! He seemed to be wearing a uniform, but less put together as Deuce and Ace's. You also noted that he too was cute, and you were reminded of how insane you looked. He took in your state of being, and you could see the question marks surrounding him.

"Yo." You say, nodding at him, trying to remain nonchalant, "Nice weather we're having right?" He looked at you with even more confusion, and his eyes flicked down to your clothes, dirty, bloodied and ripped.

"Weather did that to you?" He asks, scanning your disheveled appearance. You laugh awkwardly, hand rubbing the back of your neck, "It's a long story.."

"I have time." He says, curiosity evident on his features, and he takes a seat on the bed opposite to you, a faint hint of amusement on his face, "You're the magicless girl right? Janitor now made student." You nod, confused on how news had spread so quickly, "Ruggie Bucchi. That's me. Now let's hear what caused you to end up like that."

You inhale, ready to regale Ruggie with the weirdest experience of your life.

"Okay so it all started when I got forced into child labour-"

BY THE END OF YOUR TALE, YOU HAD SEEN A MILLION EXPRESSIONS FORM ON RUGGIE'S FACE.

When you finished, he stared at you blankly, before breaking into raucous laughter, doubling over. You weren't sure whether to be offended or not. When he finally finished, he let out a low whistle, watching you with slight admiration.

"Wow. On your first day? Damn..." He said, watching you, "That's an insane story by the way, Crowley really is useless." You nod eagerly, glad that someone shared your opinion.

"Who would've thought somebody like you would've managed to do something like that." He giggles, pleased at your unamused expression. Okay!

You stick your tongue out at him, which only seemed to make him laugh harder. What a weirdo. The talk about the previous nights' events has reminded you the whole reason you were in the infirmary in the first place.