Death Princess

Chapter 6

AN: The girl ^ is Yeniya.

Leaning the frame of the clinic door, she sighed thankfully.

Yeniya considered herself as probably the best ninja in the world.

True, it was hard enough to get past the hallways without getting noticed but it was probably her luck. No one spotted her, not even the doctor on the duty was in the clinic.

Now the only thing she'll need to do was to finish treating her wounds and exit the room before anyone could notice.

This is enough mess for the day. She thought.

Conveniently, there was a big mirror on the cabinet where the clinic kept the medical records of each student. Yeniya examined herself.

Big round grey eyes stared directly at her. Her small almond face that was once clean and fresh when she left home was now covered with small scratches and dirt. Her cheeks that supposed to have that natural pinkish glow had no radiance now. Her lips that was all pink and rosy before, now barely had color in it. Her natural ruby glossy hair was now a mess with twigs and leaves that sported her hilarious appearance even more. Her small frame of 5'4 was probably the only thing that never changed ever since she left home.

"Well, Who would have thought that in just a span of a few hours, one could become from a hot model chick to a complete mess?" Yeniya said. She noticed that aside from claw marks on her shoulder, she was okay. She was still in one piece and there were no life threatening wounds.

Not wasting another minute, she looked around in search for the first aid kit. She hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights.

She found it one of the drawers and immediately sat down on one of the chairs in the treatment ward and began treating her wounds.

"The wound was deeper than I expected." Yeniya hissed as she her hands worked on her right shoulder. Her left hand tried to dabbed alcohol on the wound while the other was holding a bottle of ethyl alcohol. After a few drops, she stopped. Each drop was too painful and it took all of Yeniya's control not to cry in pain. She bit her lip to mask her cries as she waited for the pain to subside.

"You know, you could have saved yourself from all that pain if only you used water to disinfect and then Betadine to dress the wound." A female voice interjected from one of the bed stalls at her right. From the tough and rough way of speaking, Yeniya could tell that the stranger spoke in the Scottish accent.

Yeniya was startled. As a quick response, she raised her hands in surrender and watched as the ethyl alcohol fell to the ground. She didn't expected to have company. She made sure she locked the door when she entered the room so no one could come in. She was also positive that no one was inside the room. Yet why? She wondered.

"Aye, I was here the whole time." The voice said as if she heard what Yeniya was thinking.

Yeniya heard footsteps in high heels walked away from her then the lights went up. From where Yeniya was standing, she could see a silhouette of a very tall slender woman. She watched as the shadow drawn the curtains that separates the treatment ward and the recovery ward.

Judging from the white coat and the name plate, the woman in front of her was the doctor-in charge. The doctor was a brunette and had distinctive features of a hispanic heritage. Yeniya fairly recalled her father saying that hispanics were warm and sweet loving people and she believed him. But from the way those brownish eyes looked at her, Yeniya now had her doubts.