My summoner seems to have taken great offense at me crumpling the chibi-style depiction of the old man. I’m unsure what his opinion of him is, but if treating that man like trash could get this reaction, then he may respect him to a certain degree.

  Or is he calling me out for littering? I’d pick it up if the smallest of movements didn’t agitate the most annoying of pains.

  Mr. Blonde calmly put a hand on my summoner’s shoulder, speaking syllables, and the lady taking care of me joined. After they both had said their piece, his expression changed. Based on the calm tone of Mr. Blonde and the passive-aggressive tone in the lady’s voice, it seemed they teamed up on him to scold my summoner for yelling at a hospital patient.

  He tried to speak, but stopped. Whatever he would’ve said was shut down by a glare from the lady.

  Mr. Blonde once again cut in to say his piece. There was a brief moment of realization on my summoner’s face before he spoke some syllables, then left immediately after. Mr. Blonde then followed, bowing slightly toward my nurse before leaving, gently closing the door behind him.

  Shortly after, the lady approached me, looking at the paper on top of the pinboard I had conjured. She said something, but like every time before that, I couldn’t comprehend what she was saying.

  Her gaze hopped from one figure to another in no particular order. She must be analyzing the drawing Mr. Blonde had given me. After a few seconds, her eyes stopped, looking steadily at a certain spot on the drawing.

  I followed her gaze and saw that she was staring at a person drawn on the bottom layer of the hierarchy.

  Does she know her?

  I looked back and forth between her and the drawing, realizing they had similar features.

  Oh! She’s looking at herself!

  I gauged her reaction, checking for any shifts in expression. Her indifferent frown formed into a subtle smile before quickly shifting back to her mask of professionalism.

  She then spoke to me, tone suggesting a question. I guessed it was the obligatory “do you need anything” question. I simply shook my head, using a thumbs-up to express my comfort and satisfaction.

  She nodded before moving to the cabinet and checking its contents.

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  I guess thumbs-up is an accepted universal gesture of agreement or satisfaction.

  She picked a container from the cabinet and opened it before moving to my bed and doing a twirl with her finger. I guessed she wants me to turn my back to her.

  I complied, putting down the map and pinboard, before slowly shifting myself to avoid agitating any pain, and got my torso to face the door.

  Suddenly, there was a moist, cooling, soothing feeling being spread across my back. It must be an ointment for treating my injuries. The pain still lingered, but it didn’t feel as severe when she touched my back. It must be her experience and professionalism as a nurse at this school.

  I’m a little curious how often she has to treat others. Wonder what the other stuff in the cabinet is for.

  I sat there, indulging in the feeling of her gentle touch gliding across my back, when I noticed the walls becoming greener.

  The green became more intense. I then realized it was a result of a light shining from behind me!

  I moved to turn, but she spoke a syllable with authoritative command. I’m guessing that one meant “stop,” so I obliged. Even though she’s here to treat me, I couldn’t help but feel nervous, being subject to another unfamiliar magical phenomenon.

  As the green light continued to shine, the stiffness and pain I felt began to disappear, as if being washed away like grime on my body in a shower. Oddly enough, the sensation made me feel more relieved.

  The green light vanished, and the peculiar feeling of magic being used on my body disappeared. I turned to see the nurse with her same professional and indifferent expression. She motioned her hands and arms before giving me an odd look.

  It took me a few seconds to realize she wanted me to mimic her movements. It must be a procedure for ensuring a patient’s well-being, checking if they have missed anything during treatment, before safely discharging the patient upon completion of their treatment.

  After a bit of trial and error, I was able to conclude that shaking no meant no pain there, and nodding yes meant yes, there’s pain. It was awkward clarifying that I was thoroughly nodding yes to speed up my discharge. Eventually, my treatment was able to reach its conclusion, and I got confirmation of having permission to leave after pointing to the board a few times and getting the same number of nods from her.

  I dissipated my pinboard, gathered my flattened poster tube, held my rolled-up map, and waved goodbye to my nurse, bowing to thank her for treating me before leaving the room.

  So that’s what being healed by magic is like. I’m almost tempted to get hurt again just to experience the feeling.

  Reckless thoughts aside, I need to confirm something.

  Looking around the hall, it was hard to pinpoint my exact location since I didn’t have a route from the side entrance to the ward. So I took out my slightly damaged map and checked to match the halls and landmarks to the map.

  After a few minutes, I was able to figure out where it was in relation to the route I had planned and marked it on the map before heading up to Mr. Blonde’s office.

  I don’t know how long I was out for, so I’ll need to ask Mr. Blonde what happened during the time I was unconscious. I guess a few hours, but it’d be nice to clarify using an outside viewpoint.

  I also need to tell him I lost my dorm key while I was committing my route to memory, and that I tried asking the old man for help, but he ended up hospitalizing me.

  Ugh… just thinking about his face pisses me off. I hope he gets punished accordingly!