The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Yes, an alarm clock. Like a normal kid. I had set it up for 6:30 AM so I wouldn't be late for breakfast. I jumped out of bed after viciously slamming the screen of my phone so the alarm would stop ringing in my ears. I walked to the small bathroom door and opened it up.
I washed my hands and face and looked at myself on the mirror. Except for the giant loincloth wrapped around my forehead, I saw no bruises or scars on my face. It felt good to be normal, even if slightly.
Once out of the bathroom, I grabbed a clean pair of jeans from my closet. I also summoned a jacket into my closet and put that on top of the weird cast thing Liz had put on me. I grabbed my phone, though it had no signal, and put it in my pocket.
I walked to the front door and pushed it open and the smell of morning hit me so pleasantly I had to smile.
I didn't know if it was just me, but I loved the smell of morning. I don't know if we could call it the smell of morning but, when I stepped outside early, the air smelled beautiful, and that was the whole reason I woke up early.
I stepped onto the fresh dirt. Some other campers were up and roaming. Others were still asleep and snoring. Before I forgot to do it, I walked over to the infirmary to visit Liz about my condition.
I walked through the large entrance of the cabin which is called the infirmary. Again, teenage girls were running around, trying to take care of everyone that was there. There were less now. As in less nurses, as I liked to call them, and less of the injured. I was hoping they had gotten better and walked out of the infirmary rather than the other option of what could've happened to them.
Among the group of nurses, I saw Liz taking care of the runner girl which I had a race with in like, the second day of the time I was in camp, I was pretty sure. Liz was covering up her head in a cloth like mine after rubbing some sort of cream or something on it. The girl got of of the bed cheerfully and ran off just as I approached Liz.
When she saw me, she looked surprised. "Oh hey, alright."
"Hi," I said.
"Okay, lay down in that bed over there," she pointed at the bed in which the runner girl was a minute earlier. "I'll be with you in a while."
I did so. I groggily walked over to the bed and then sat down on top of it. I watched as Liz went into some other room and came out with a bunch of other tools and medicine which I couldn't exactly figure out.
"Don't you have like automatic healing powers?" I asked.
"Of course we do," she replied then continued about her work.
"Then why don't you use them?"
"It makes us tired and weary, and usually that person cannot work for the rest of the day. If everybody used their powers, no one would be taking care of the infirmary," she explained, then played with some straps on my cast, and then it fell off. "Lay down."
I did so. She opened up my stomach again, which I was beginning to seriously get bothered about.
She pushed at my ribs and I winced every time she touched them. They didn't feel as bad as they did yesterday, but they still burned with pain. Liz grabbed a glass full of the Sap and handed me it. "Drink some of this."
"Why can't I just constantly drink this until I'm better?" I asked.
I had a feeling I got a explanation of this before, but I had forgotten it.
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