Relections

Nurse Belle and the assignment

Sage

Sitting on the bed in the nurses office I hold the ice bag I was given on my injured hand. I can't help but let my mind go into overthinking mode, as I am alone and have nothing to distract myself with. 

Why am I so clumsy? Why me? Maybe if I try to change and be more coordinated I won't embarrass myself all the time. Maybe even not be known as the clumsy short girl who doesn't know where and what she is doing half the time. I know people talk about me, I see them staring and snickering to one another. It's not all the time, usually I will do something and it will get around. But not bad enough people come up to me and tease me, I'm not bullied or anything like that. People just like to talk, everyone talks. 

Halfway through my mental rant I see nurse Belle walk in the office, a first aid kid in hand. She sits down on the stool in front of me and gives me a kind smile, we are well acquainted by now. With me being clumsy and always hurting myself I tend to go to the nurse fairly often. I've never seriously hurt myself, just small scratches or bruises that need to be checked just in case. 

"What happened this time?" Nurse Belle slowly removes the ice from my wrist. She now carefully holds my injured hand that is turning different colours of bruises, you can clearly see a shoe print and a few bits of blood on my knuckles. 

"I was clumsy again, I ran into someone, fell on the floor, dropped my books and someone running down the hallway stood on my hand. But they ran off so I don't know who it was." I watch her wrap my injured hand up with bandages, she told me not to worry that it will be bruised for a while and it may be strained. I nod throughout her explanation, the pain killers she gave me when I first came in are slowly starting to kick in and are making me drowsy. 

My eyes are fighting to stay open, the medication is very strong which is unual considering I take pain killers all the time for my regular headaches. Looking at nurse Belle she is packing away everything she used to treat my injury. When finished she turns to see me looking at my now wrapped up hand, impressed with how well it is wrapped and how comfortable it is. 

"You should rest honey, the pain killers must be pretty strong considering you only took them ten minutes ago and are struggling to stay awake. If you want I can call your parents to get them to pick you up, there is only half of period six left. Unless of course you would prefer to head to class and wait to go home." 

"Thanks Belle, I think I can tough it out and go to the rest of period six. I should be alright. Thank you, again, for helping me with my hand. I will probably see you soon." I get off the bed, careful not to use my right hand too much and give her a kind smile. Walking out the office and towards my locker I open my locker to find my books neatly stacked on top of each other with my pencil case sitting on top, Kota must of figured out I had left my pencil case in the class room. Reminding me I need to thanks both Kota and Charlie for helping me earlier. Knowing they will be concerned I make a mental not to make sure I see them before they leave for their after school activities. 

Grabbing the book I need for sixth period, English, I close my locker with my left hand and walk to the classroom. Holding my things with my left arm and holding it up against my chest, being careful it doesn't make contact with my right hand. Knocking gently with my uninjured hand on the classroom door I wait for the teacher or a student to open the door. Not wanting to barge in and embarrass myself, it's happened before. Mr Enzo, one of the best teachers in the school open the door and gives me a smile and gestures me to enter the classroom. 

I sit in my assigned seat, next to the large window on the other side of the room which means I have to walk in front of the whole class. Hopefully without tripping or somehow managing to embarrass myself in front of the whole class.