#ercnvmstria

Another day, another bottle of booze was singing its siren song from across the academy grounds in her dorm room. The last class of the day had ended only seconds before and the healer was already imagining the sweet taste of the cake flavored vodka she’d bought a few days ago. It wasn’t the best shit, but it was sweet and hella fast to get her fucked up, and that was all that mattered. 

Amber was too stuck on the thought of her alcoholic stowaway in the dorms to realize that she was walking smack into some poor chick’s back, causing her to stumble forward and ultimately fall over in a really bad landing. The healer winced, not only from the impact of herself into this body that she hadn’t seen, but from the audible snap of something as the girl fell. It didn’t sound good. Pulling the edges of her lips back and scrunching her nose in an ‘oh shit’ expression, Amber dove down after the girl and tried to help her up while apologizing profusely.  

The girl was in tears and clutching her foot, though she seemed not so much bothered by Amber’s causing the situation than the pain. Not one to just leave when there was an injury casing pain for someone, Amber sighed and took on her healer expertise. “Sorry, but if you give me just a second, I’ll get you back to normal, yo.” The girl just nodded as she tried to hold back the tears, and Amber quickly assessed the damage with a few light prods to the ankle. It was fractured, but not broken. Well good. That made things easier. 

Thunder had been so pleased with the nurse’s reactions to his flirting that he decided to return to the infirmary. The only problem was that he was perfectly healthy. In a stroke of luck when Thunder returned to his dorm that evening there was a note attached to his door informing him that his medical records were incomplete: technically nonexistent.  

He knocked gently on the door frame of the exam room, not unlike the first time he had come to see the nurse, and waited until he had the nurses attention. Slowly making his way towards the nurse he held up the note. “I’m here for a physical,” he explained, stopping a few feet from the other man. “It’s my first time.” He began slowly unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt carefully watching the others face. “Be gentle,” he whispered, batting his eyelashes in feigned innocence.

Eric had been in the office no more than ten minutes when the boy had run in in a panic. After calming him down a bit, he checked the male over, making sure that nothing was truly wrong with him. “No, you’re as healthy as can be.” He reassured him before squeaking as his arm was yanked toward the youngers forehead. Chuckling lightly, he shook his head as he gave the boys hair a quick ruffle. “You’re not sick, hun, and you’re definitely not dying.” He stated softly as he flashed a gentle smile. “Do you have a test or something today? You could just be nervous, and that could be what’s making you feel sick,”