The Nerd's Playbook
The nurse leaned over me, her expression softening when she realized I was awake.
“We have arrived,” she said quietly. “Let us look at that foot properly, hm? We do not want scars. Not here.”
Her tone carried no judgment.
She cleaned the wound carefully, her fingers efficient but gentle. I watched the sting bloom and fade, grounding me in my body again. She applied ointment, then a plaster, smoothing it down like it mattered.
“There,” she said. “All better. Welcome to Newton Prep. I hope it is good to you.”
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