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[John]

John and Yahto would walk to the nurses office. John had a slight limp from the injurred knee, some blood coming from the corner of his mouth, not too many major injuries, he wasn't all that worse for ware, he was pretty sure he hadn't done any extensive damage to Yahto either, probably just ran the kid out of gas, but never can be sure of someone elses condition without the proper training.

"I dont know her as one to use needles... Unless its an emergency. Last time I was here, I was pretty bad. Got into a bit of a tussle against some gods with a few of the others. Dont know how we all got here, but it was pretty fun for me."

He'd walk into the nurses office, knocking first, because the nurse perferred it. He would stand near the entrance and wait for an answer from Ms. Oki Nanda.

[Yahto Fang]

Yahto followed John as closely as he felt appropriate on their way to the nurse's office. Like his opponent, he had managed to emerge from their bout pretty banged up. But then, Yahto had also suffered much worse, so he could hardly call this a bad experience. He hadn't that much fun in a long while. By now, there was a goose egg sized lump swelling on the side of his face, some blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, and most of his abdomen was covered in dark bruises and red burn marks. Not to mention his hoodie was pretty much torn to singed shreds in places.

When they arrived at the door, Yahto glanced at the white-haired youth and released a relieved breath when the subject of needles came up. There weren't many things that got under his skin, pun not intended, but needles was definitely one of the biggest. There was just something about someone else sticking him with those things that just made the boy cringe. "Well, that's a relief." he told John while wiping away a bit of blood from his mouth with a sleeve. "I hate needles." Now the only thing left to do was wait and see what kind of person this school's nurse was like. Yahto was just hoping she wasn't anything like the one at his last school. A really old and really cranky lady without an ounce of medical knowledge or even a decent bedside manner.

[Oki W. Nanda]

Paperwork had piled up, and she was finally catching up. Damed Malice had decided to give her new forms to fill out for every student. Honestly. Incident reports for things which had occurred nearly six months ago. She needed to give him a vaccination. And Oki knew how to make it much more worse than it was. Yes. Yes she did. She sighed, thank goodness the twins had opted to sleep for the most of the day- both were swaddled in their mismatched blanket just next to her desk.

A knock. Oki stood and opened the door, "Ah..so we meet again John Ong. And it seems he's brought a duckling with him. Come in, though the door was already open."

The busty, ex-model stepped aside and waited patiently.

[Yahto Fang]

Yahto wasn't quite what he would find waiting for them on the other side of the nurse's door. Perhaps it would be a kindly old woman with tongue depressors already in hand and lollipops stashed away in the front pocket of her white labcoat. Maybe it would be an equally old yet not so kind woman with a bulldog's jowls and scowl lining her wrinkles. Either way, especially after the fight with John Ong, Yahto was pretty sure that the day was out of surprises for him.

Oh boy, was he wrong.

The door opened suddenly, only it wasn't a kindly old woman nor a bitter old hag who answered it. Instead, Yahto found himself looking at a woman who might've been in her early thirties, dark haired and with a killer body. And the biggest and most well-rounded pair of breasts he'd ever seen in his life, which seemed about ready to come bursting out of the woman's tight-fitting blouse at any moment. At least, they did to him. But that was probably because of a minor concussion or something.

Naturally, he was awestruck. So awestruck that he didn't even notice the slight nosebleed from the right side of his nose. But that was more than likely from an injury. Right?

[John]

John nodded to Ms. Nanda. Looked over at Yahto and raised an eye brow as he followed his eyes to her breasts. He then descided to speak to her.

"Ms. Nanda, please put those things away, there are only two weaknesses I have, women who scare me and your breasts, sadly you have both. If you dont believe me look at my friend here, I didn't hit him in the nose."

Just for the soul purpose of making the kid feel embarrassed. John just said things anyways, he just couldn't miss this perfect opertunity to make a joke out of this. He'd walk in begin laughing, then catch his side from the pain of his rib. Twitching slightly as he bent over one of the chairs.

"But we just had a friendly little spar, we descided to hobble in here for a check up, Ms. Nanda."

[Oki W. Nanda]

"Well John Ong, seems it was more than a little one," Oki didn't blush at his comment on 'putting those things away'. The other boy seemed to have a bit of a nosebleed. Poor thing, too much pressure around his brain. Poor little thing, Oki'd urge the other boy into and to one of the many gurneys.

She's cluck and poke at John Ong until he moved to the other boy, giving him a cloth she told him, "Tilts his head back, cloth over his nose until it ceases bleeding. Tell Oki where it hurts and then she'll check it over."

Side glancing John Ong she looked him over, "Fill out the paperwork next to him, Oki will be over to him in just a moment. John Ong is familiar with the work to be done with these papers."

Oki grabbed a ice pack..that was obvious, held it tentatively to the boys goose egged face, "What a mess. Why does Oki not hear his explanation?"

[Yahto Fang]

Right now, it seemed that Yahto was in near danger of overheating. His face was red enough to justify the claim, too. The more he looked at the nurse, the redder his face got and the more hot under the collar he became. It wasn't until Ms. Nanda had spoken to him that the boy seemed to be shaken out of his awed (and very imaginative) reverie, and he suddenly up at the nurse's face like a deer caught in the headlights. "Huh? Oh...Uh." he stammered while she held the ice pack to the side of his face. Every so often, his eyes would move against his will and dart back to the giggly orbs barely held back by her top before darting up at her face, which only made his stammering that much worse. However, he eventually found the willpower to shut them tightly and cough into his fist as if to regain his dignity. Or what was left of it, anyway.

"It's as John said. He was testing me to see how long I'd survive at this school, given the recent events with the Enforcers and all." he told her simply, his voice muffled slightly by the cloth he kept over his nose while tilting his head back. Although, even with his eyes tightly shut, it was almost he could still see her heaving breasts thrust right up it in his face, taunting him and teasing him. "Stop it!" the boy mentally shouted at the illusory pair behind his eyelids. Boy, he never thought there would come a day when he didn't want to see something as glorious as Ms. Nanda's chest, but this was just getting ridiculous. But then, there was always a first time for everything.

[John]

John was on the verge of laughing again, but his rib hurt too much, so he decided to just smile as he did the paperowrk. He would write everything out as he remembered it. Ms. Nanda was really stacked on paperowork now a days. As he worked he'd think back to the fight. and finally sit down.

"Well He got a good shot on my right knee, and my wrists hurt."

He didn't have to say anything about his rib, not now, it was a known medical phenominon, so he just left it. He had trouble filling out the paperwork, given his damaged wrists, but his handwritting would be readable, alittle.