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My shoulder aches have become unbearable.

So resulting, I'm sat at the campus infirmary, alone. Without any parental guidance.

I never liked the nurses office in school. And this is merely a step up from the groggy, cough filled cell with blue leather cots I experienced before I had passed my Step exam.

My parents were worried for me earlier this morning on the phone. They told me to be careful, and wished me the best of luck.

"And when did you begin to feel these pains in your shoulder?" She continues talking. She's very attentive, and she gives off the vibe of an old soul. It's comforting.

"Sometime in the past week. One of the first days here on campus." I reply to the nurse.

She has short, choppy blonde hair, and her figure is cloaked with a white long coat. Typical. How cliche can this get?

She looks to be in her late forties. But she looks well for her age. Her skin is clear, with the acceptation of minimal wrinkles.

"And the ache is on what shoulder sweetheart?" She gingerly pushes on each shoulder

"The left. It's continuous." I groan. "It's excruciating. I haven't done anything that would have caused such collateral damage."

He hums, and taps her finger against her chin, following a grim look. "Have you bumped into anything? Anyone with particular force?"

I think. I haven't been as clumsy, surprisingly this trip. No bumping or smashing. "No. Not that I can remember anyways."

"I am going to inspect the area, okay? Just tell me where it hurts, love."

She pokes, and prods, and I tell her where the ache is. But her fingertips don't cause the stings. I'm not sore, and I have not produced any bruises.

She purses her lips, and a deep v forms between her brows. I am wonderful as she tells me how strange this is.
I leave the facility with the instructions to ice it, as this is an odd case. I'm told to follow up with my main doctor as soon as I am home. Or, if my symptoms become worse, I am told to come see her again for another exam.

As I exit I think of my mother. Oh, I hope she is recovering from that awful flu. How terrible! I wish I could be there at the moment. But, I have an opportunity I am not willing to give up.

"Ma'am!" I turned around. Me?

"Yes?" I say to the man running with a woman's handbag, out of the doors.

"You forgot your purse, ma'am." He tells a woman walking to her car.

I smile. How kind. In our district, we are known for kindness, and cooperatives. It is so warming to see the same qualities in an area so far from my home.

My feet ache as well. The cream lace dress style show I wear does nothing of comfort for my heels.

The train station is only a few blocks away. I trudge through the leaves left by the fall wind and keep a positive mind. Just how my mother would like.

When I arrive there, I'm excited to the train boarding. I quickly buy a ticket. I have been taking cabs everywhere. It's fun to have a change of scenery.

There are not many people on the train today. I can't compare this to any other time. I've never taken the train before. But I've heard countless stories from my parents of when the trains were so popular. Well, underground routes, and their helpful succession to society.

The train is mostly silver, covered in metals I can't name. Dad tried to teach me the art of metal work, welding and such. He even bought me a book once, but I never pursued the learning process.

The day drags on. I call my parents again. My mother is doing much better, the thought sets my reeling mind at ease. I hadn't gotten the chance to speak to her this morning. She was resting, and I told my father I understood.

I decide against staying in my hotel for the day, and wait to ice my shoulder until later.

I do make a quick trip to my hotel room to change my shoes. I change into my all black Vans, and black skinny jeans.

I forgot they had holes in the knees. The breeze feels good against my skin. But on the upside my pants are high waisted, and it covers my tummy where my cropped sweater comes up.

I walk past some of the fraternity's. I can tell they belong to the boys by the constant rush- in and out, of young, college boys.

A few of them catch my eye, but I turn my head, ignoring them. I know my parents would not approve of any inappropriate behavior with males. Besides, they are a bit older than me.

I get to the main part of the college, and I smile. The sun is shining so bright; there is a garden, trees look so healthy. What a eco friendly campus.

The campus is so beautiful. Fresh flowers, and beautiful arrangements of them attract me to the beds of plants.

I feel a very sharp pain in my shoulder, and I whimper. I clutch my shoulder, and squeeze, trying to relieve tension. I should have stayed in and iced it.

I cry out, the pain is excruciating. I can't handle it. With tears forming in my eyes, I walk back towards the infirmary with stares going my way.