Cursed by the gods

I dance in the rain

Previously:

"Miss Scott?" I heard a voice above me ask curiously 

"Oh hey sir," I stated cheerfully before my eyes rolled back into my head. 

I woke up to the sound of knocking on a door and immediately felt something solid underneath my body making me sit up causing my surroundings to go blurry and me to be overwhelmed with dizzyness. 

Not letting myself move anymore I waited until everything around me came back into focus before I became aware of how sore my entire body was along with a splitting headache that decided to grace me with its presence which caused me to let out a groan. 

I looked up and made eye contact with the last person I expected to see standing in front of a door, his fist raised ready to knock on the wood again.

I watched his arm falter as a flicker of worry cross over his face before it went back to its usual cold unreadable expression. Wait did Mr Woods just show emotion. 

"Miss Scott, good to know you're not dead," he said as casually as if he were just telling me about a new homework assignment. 

"Right," I said uncertainly, "Where exactly am I?" 

"You're in the infirmary, I thought it would be a good idea since you passed out on the ground and seemed to be covered in blood and dirt," he said. 

Before I could say anything he carried on

"The doctor should be ready any minute and then I'll leave to return to my duties but just because you are in a bad state right now that doesn't mean I'm not going to question you about how you ended up in this predicament tomorrow," he added in an authoritative tone. 

I watched Mr Woods sit down on a small wooden chair on the other side of the room and lean back looking up at the roof he didn't really look up to talking so I took that as a cue to stay quiet so instead, I let my tensed up muscles relax before taking in a deep breath.  

I hadn't been inside the infirmary yet but I had passed it many times while heading to my room so I knew it wasn't that far off from the dorms. 

Having a completely qualified doctor on campus seemed a little extreme to me but I guess it's probably more practical since we are nowhere near any hospitals in the case of severe injuries. 

I tried to look around the poorly lit room but weariness was slowly seeping in and I was struggling to stay upright. 

A few minutes passed before a woman walked out from behind the door Mr Woods had been knocking on a moment ago. 

She had thinly platted hair held in a neat ponytail and was wearing a short-sleeved collard shirt, jeans with a pair of tennis shoes and a white coat that contrasted her dark skin.

She came to the bed I was sitting on and bent down so she was looking straight into my eyes, for a split second her expression seemed to convert to shocked before it quickly changed back to calm as if nothing had happened. 

She quickly introduced herself before she set to work on examining me.

Not too long after she concluded that I had no serious injuries, just a few scratches and cuts which made sense since I had been running through trees like a mad man. 

What surprised me was to find out that my ankle was completely fine even though I was so sure I had at least sprained it a little bit. 

My mind flashed back to when I was sitting on the grass in the rain earlier that night and the tingling I felt, was I really surprised?