Arnold Manger with Sammy Meeks
July 02, 2015 3:37 PM
The waiting area. by Arnold Manger with Sammy Meeks
“So what're you in for?”Arnold's head snapped up, startled by the tiny voice across the way. “I said, what're you in for?” its owner repeated. He didn't necessarily recognize the girl, although she was clearly one of the younger years, definitely in the Beginner classes. Her playful smile was a surprising comfort to him; there wasn't too much to be happy about when one was sitting in the Hospital Wing awaiting the Medic.
He offered a warm smile in return. “Think I sprained my wrist,” he answered, holding it up tenderly with his other hand. “I tripped and landed on it wrong.” He wanted to blame either Emery or Emrys for leaving things out to trip on, but neither of them were particularly messy, so most likely, he had led to his own demise. “What about you?” he asked.
The girl sniffled and coughed once. “Somebody has infected me,” she replied, grey eyes darting around as if to ensure no one overheard her great conspiracy. “I've got some great illness. I could be dying. Who knows? It's all very horrible and terrifying.” She nodded seriously to reaffirm her point. “Not that my name will matter much once I'm, like, a deflated shell, but I'm Sammy Meeks, by the way. Second year Pecari.”
“Arnold Manger, sixth year Aladren,” he returned. “And I think you probably just have a cold.”
“I know that,” Sammy said dismissively, a quickly moving hand batting away the very notion, a scrunched face reiterating his disgust. “But that's boring. It's much more fun this way. I mean, you could say you banged up your wrist out of your own gooberiness, or you could tell people you got into a fight and ‘you should see the other guy'.” Her use of air quotes inspired a battle within him to keep composure; kids hated being laughed at.
“I guess you're right,” Arnold replied. “That does sound more fun.” He paused briefly, glancing around. “I guess the Medic's pretty busy today,” he stated. “But you probably just need a Pepper-Up Potion, and I could make one for you pretty easily, if you want.”
“Really?” Sammy hopped off the bench where she had been seated with a grin. They met in the middle of the room and set their sights on the exit. “But, wait, what about your wrist?”
“Oh, I think I'll be alright,” he smiled coyly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a brotherly fashion. “I mean, you should see the other guy!”
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