A small gash (Dr L )

[M.A.P.]

Holding her arm, she sighed- it wasn't that big of a cut. Violet eyes studied the hallways as she walked to the nurses office- she was wary, her stomach in tight knots over simply going near this place. Though she couldn't, for the life of her, remember why she disliked this place so much.

M.A.P. sighed and looked at the door of the nurses office. It wasn't that big of a cut. Sure it ran from her elbow to her wrist but the bleeding had slowed and she barely left any blood on the floor. How was she supposed to know that the paper cutter was so sharp?

Taking the handle in hand, she turned and peeked in, her voice a little shaky and uncertain,"Hello, Nurse?"

[narakunohana]

The clinic was probably by far the sole area in the school where it was either eerily quiet or insanely noisy. It wasn't exactly easy to deal with a Bipolar school population that more or less released it's stresses on themselves. It was done either through the Teachers or amongst the students themselves, but as the School Doctor, Layla had to be the confidant of both parties.

It wasn't an easy job.

Today will be a simple example as to why.

"Hello, Nurse?" the student said.

There was no reply. Was there anyone inside? Of course there is. Layla had no class at this hour, so there was absolutely no reason for her not to be where she should be. She was technically anal about ethical implications after all; not that it was a bad thing.

Then-- "DESUUUUUUUUU!" Something shouted from above before landing in the girl's head. It was a moving, floating, blue-haired doll dressed up in a punk outfit. Somebody was probably a fan of the Rolling stones, huh?

The plush doll would slip down from the girl's head, floating to the side where it pointed at her injury. "REIRA-SAMAAAAA~" It cried, "Reira-samaaaaa!"

"Yes, Shinichi. I will be right over-- Oh, hello." A woman said, walking out of the pharmacy drawer with a chart in her hand. This woman had short, blonde hair and "My apologies if it took me and Shinichi to attend to you; apparently some students snuck out some Lithium from the drawers last week, so I would have to do a full inventory."

She would smile softly, ungloving herself as she looked at the girl more carefully. It wasn't too soon that she noticed her rather large gaping wound. A chair would then pull itself out from the side, giving her space to sit down. Telekinesis was a wonderful thing. "My, please sit down. How did you get this wound?"

[M.A.P.]

The girl had been contemplating the differences between herself and the room. While the room smelled and looked clean and sterile, she herself was as clean as the ocean water. Though by no means did she smell. White linen hung and folded about, neat and tidy- while she herself wore torn, tattered and stained clothing. Perhaps... she should see if any department stores threw away their clothing. Though most stores had locks on the doors.

Only a few seconds had passed, but she was willing to leave and live with this injury. Her knotted stomach was warning her against being here- perhaps she should-

"DESUUUUUUUUU!"

M.A.P. didn't move when something landed in her hair, barely breathed as it floated next to her and began to shout. While the style was...what do the other girls say... adorable?... M.A.P. felt no relation to the item. In the world of black, white and gray- many things are lost with the relation of things built by the empire of color. To her it was simply another monotone wonder in this world she was slowly relearning and barely relating to.

"Reira-samaaaaa!" the item cried aloud, waving a little arm at M.A.P.'s arm, it seemed only a little distressed. How...interesting.

A woman with short hair stepped out, clipboard in hand and M.A.P. was mentally prepared to escape at full speed. Her heart began to race and something in the back of her mind began to scream for her to run...Run.. RUN! Though her feet stayed planted. This woman seemed about as harmless as the doll.

"My apologies if it took me and Shinichi to attend to you; apparently some students snuck out some Lithium from the drawers last week, so I would have to do a full inventory."

M.A.P. nodded slightly- not that she knew what lithium was. Snapping the fingers on her left hand, wincing slightly - as it was her injured arm- the floating things name is Shinichi. Shaking her head for a moment, the girl gave a nervous and tiny smile...very unsure of how or what to do.

"My, please sit down. How did you get this wound?" the nurse asked as a chair pulled itself out. M.A.P. slowly sat on the chair, still holding her arm- shaking a bit. Logically it was either fear or blood loss but she didn't feel light headed- she felt like she needed to get up and run out of this room. This was fear as she had known it.

Speaking shakily and softly, violet eyes meeting that of the nurse, "I was in art using the cutter, someone bumped into me as I was bringing the cutter down and I cut myself. The instructor insisted I come here, but I don't feel any pain and most of the bleeding has stopped."