Apprehension

The Nurses Office

Ugh.

Today couldn't have gotten worse. After being guided away by the one nice student, things began to go down hill from there.

The nurse kept you in the office for a super long time- and by long time, you mean like reeaaallly long. long. long....... long......

Shall I explain your arduous journey? Yes. Yes I should.

The student that led you in backed out as soon as they entered the room, and from what you could tell through your one blotchy eye and one good eye, was that this nurse had red eyes. Pretty cool if you asked yourself, but being entirely honest, kinda scary. Their hair was as pure as white could get, and if there ever was an albino person, this would be the exact descripton of them.

They were almost ghastly- and if it wasn't for the skin and meat on their bones, you'd had just assumed a ghost came to kill you.

Anyways, the nurse told you to sit down, and ran a few standard procedures. Every touch to your jaw hurt, and glancing at the mirror on the wall, you saw just how bad it actually was. Some way or another, that punch split skin, leading to a scratch mark running diagonally along your cheek and up your cheek bone. That one cut on your face had to have come from the first punch.

Any other punches led to bruises, including the pained eyeball of yours. For sure it would be a black eye. No if, and's, or buts about it.

Back to the cleaning process, first came the disinfectant.

The slice in my skin ached as the chemicals cleaned it, and they still stung even after the nurse put on a bandage, sweeping away a few of your hairs in the process.

He's rather gentle, you noted, despite his scary appearance.

"You should rest here for awhile. I'm sure whatever you went through was rather traumatizing."

And aye- you couldn't refuse an excuse to sleep. So you did what any normal person would do. You slept there for awhile.

But that wasn't the annoying part.

It was after you woke up and didn't feel tired anymore, that staying in here became a problem.

You sat on the side of the cot table thing, waiting patiently to be acknowledged. When the nurse's red eyes finally glanced your way- even taking a moment to turn his chair your way- rather than pardoning you to go like a normal person, he just spun around on his little spinny chair and back to the computer, where he started tacking away at whatever work he still had.

You sat there for a bit, estranged as to why you should still stay here, but after five or ten minutes of just sitting there, you stuttered out a question, "So... can I like- go...?"

He spared you a glance, the light reflecting off his glasses and blocking his eyes. A peculiar smile rose to his face as he spun in his chair to face you again.

Rather than giving you a pardon, he began to interrogate you with this weird look on his face.

It started as rather innocent questions, such as how your day was, or, how do you think my day was.

But as it continued, it got worse and worse.

"So, what did you feel when you got hit?" He leaned forward in their seat, looking at you with his squinted eyes.

"Not that much surprisingly." You replied.

"How did you feel psychologically?" He asked, leaning forward even more.

"...Amazed....- uh- this is getting a bit-"

"Fufufu~ where exactly do you live?" You couldn't tell if the laugh or the question was weirder.