Snippet #1988698

Gwen

Gwen ran down corridor after corridor to reach the hospital wing. The white walls and hospital beds filled her gaze and the smell of cleaning chemicals filled her nostrils. It was empty. Apparently no one was stupid enough to get hurt the moment they reached the castle or at the Great Feast. The nurse’s office even looked empty!

Gwen cradled her arm in its make shift bandage as she approached the nurses office. Madam Smalt (I’m making this up! Zebas when your back could you maybe make her?), the school nurse, was sitting behind her desk. Gwen could see through the glass window. She pulled open the door to the nurse’s office and walked in. Madam or Nurse Smalt was typing on a computer. Yes you heard that right America’s Magical School had computers, well the nurse did. Apparently it’s easier to carry then a bunch of paperwork.

Gwen did her best to clear her throat and get the woman’s attention, but she was still fixated on her computer. “Excuse me,” Gwen said and the nurse looked up. “Yes what can I help you with dearie?” Nurse Smalt is a short Spanish/Mexican woman from southern California. Gwen held her hurt hand up a bit so she could see it. “The candle wax fell on my hand at the feast and I got burnt”

Madam Smalt sprang into action helping Gwen out of her office and into a bed near her office. “Now sweetie you wait her while I get some things to treat your wound” Gwen was stuck lying on a bed in the really white room. White walls are said to make people crazy. She concentrated on the amount of pain she was having.

Smalt came back with salve for the burn, magical of course, new bandages, and some potions that she wanted Gwen to take. “Take these and then I can dress your wound” She grimaced and took the potions, they tasted nasty. Immediately the pain was pushed into the back of her mind. It was a nice feeling. The nurse unwrapped her bandage and saw that the wound was an ugly purple/blue color with the wax still on it. She gently scraped the wax off of the wound and rubbed the salve on, all the while not popping the blisters that had formed. Then she wrapped the wound in the bandage.

“Can I leave for myy commonn room?” Gwen slurred. “No you’ve just taken the magical equivalent of a drug and you’re burn is going to take a while to heal. I’m afraid that you’re going to have to spend the