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"Don't tell me you don't see it dragon boil.." Pepin turned and gave him a fresh, cocky smile. "She's doing what I do. Right there," she then pointed at the hole in Riley's chest and slowly lowered herself near one of her sides and rolled on her back to stare at the ceiling.

As if that was what Riley was doing.

"Does this mean we get to be- AEEHHHHH bunk mates? C: "

Christof tried to make sense of Mort's sentence fragments, brows knit in concentration. He wasn't quite sure how the zombie had managed to do so much damage with the dull, old pocket knife. It could barely saw through stitches or rope, let alone... well, he supposed Zombie flesh was soft and weak.

His own clothes were about as burnt as the zombie's, at least, so the attempt to clean the thing was at least received as well as its intentions had hoped at least.

Was he alright? Tired. Bitter. Terrified and trying to distract-

His head jerked up at the sound of Jericho's voice touched with what sounded like annoyance before spotting that ghost ghoul from the maul floating around Mistress-

He snatched the knife up, gripping it tightly as he almost stood...

No. No. Keep his calm. Miss Pepin was just... doing what Miss Pepin did. She was Jericho's problem.

He didn't want to upset Master Malodore any further.

Relaxing only a bit, he glanced back to Mort in time to see him still displaying his wounds and with a sigh he flicked the blade away into the handle and tucked the knife into his scorched vest pocket. Hands free, he gingerly took the needle and thread from Amrita. Her intentions might have been good, but no matter how hard the girl tried, she never seemed to get the stitching right and hems straight. Mort was stitched together enough for a Zombie, he didn't need crooked Parts that fell off again once he got home. He did, though, give the pack of her head a gentle touch, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a soft smile for just a moment before dropping down to Mort once more.

At least she seemed to be alright. Mistress had kept her safe.

He made no motion to sign how he was feeling, concentrating instead on closing up that silly stab wound before the undead first year lost a kidney to stupidity.

Pepin was going to say something until Cricket did.

Then smiled and smugly crossed her arms still floating on her back near Riley's cot.

How could the boil not SEE it? Didn't everyone see Pepin's flickering? What was this business?

Jericho flinched at Cricket's words, looking over at the nurse. He didn't want to leave but... he really wasn't doing any good staying here. Between that, and the smug look upon Pepin's face, he sluggishly pushed himself up to his feet. The anger he had felt moments ago was quick to die. Not saying anything else, he just stumbled his way out.

"ACK-!" Thump.

Rubbing her side gingerly Mandy looked over, eyes wide, at the argument going on over at Rileys bedside that had woken her.

Mandy felt an awkward moment where she wondered if she should get involved in it and help out like Nurse Cricket was yelling at them to do or if it was time to head out of the office with Alwine.

In the end looking at the tense faces around her she found the motivation to speak up. "I don't have much medical training but I can do bandages if anyone needs any."

Alwine had taught her how to wind and tie them properly after she'd tried to 'help' one too many times and just tangled them worse.

The Vetala was doing her best to focus on Mort, and not on Christof's flailing, or all the noise and yelling from somewhere behind her. Nobody was happy, but they weren't getting anywhere acting like that; it was a huge relief then, when Calder spoke up to put an end to it. Her disturbed look faded and she offered Mort another thin smile, watching without a flinch as he ripped the knife from his thigh.

"O-oh! It's Christof's...?" She said almost stupidly, her question answered as the Igor himself lumbered his way over. Oooh Jack...would he be mad that she didn't listen to him?! Her eyes lowered in shame, tilting her head slightly away from him; not because of his actions, but because of hers. For a moment she was distracted by what Pepin was saying; pixeling? What was that? But when it seemed that he wasn't going to immediately get upset with her, she dared to peek at him, and then turned her attention to Mort. Well, if Christof wasn't immediately upset with her...

"Amrita." She reminded the zomboil softly, that small smile still playing on her lips. "You're welcome. I'm not...good at a lot of things..." Exhibit A: Christof taking the needle and thread from her to fix up her botched job on Mort. Her expression fell, but she understood why he did it. No matter how proud she was of her handiwork, it was never quite good enough. Oh well, perhaps one day she'd make him proud. "B-but I am good at hugs...probably." She added as an afterthought; she never got the opportunity to hug herself to see, but anyone else she'd hugged had never complained.

She heard Cricket's outburst, and as she looked that way she entirely missed seeing the needle through Mort's nose, but she turned just enough to face the people around Riley. It was then that something started to bother her; she couldn't see this pixelling, but then again she didn't know what to look for. Plus nobody seemed to be paying much attention to the flickering ghost ghoul. The Vetala pat Mort's knee and Christof's arm in gentle dismissal before wandering over.

"S-sorry, Nurse Cricket..." She murmured, before turning her attention to the ghost ghoul. "Um...E-excuse me...?" She asked of Pepin, though she really had no idea who the ghoul was. "Wh-What's a pixeling?" The ghoul's single grey eye kept drifting towards Riley as though she didn't want to look, but couldn't resist.

Nurse Cricket just didn't seem in the mood for a bunch of teenagers throwing a fit around her. He could understand. The infirmary was supposed to be quiet and those that could move and sleep in their own beds should make room for others. Well, hopefully there wouldn't be need of freeing beds. It looked like most of the school was here.

Slipping off the cot, he moved to Nurse Cricket. "I'm sorry. They're just worked up."

He turned about. "If anyone needs help getting back to their dorms, I'll take you there." While most could stand up, going to the far off dorms was another thing entirely. In this case, Calder was willing to provide a ride. The more students out, the less annoyed Cricket would be, and the better her concentration.




((If your student wants a pony ride back to their dorms, quote me. After I get about 3 or 4 students, I'll have them exit together.))