[mr. whitecape needs only a quick look at the red mark on francel's cheek and temple to ascertain that the likelihood of a concussion isn't high — still, he instructs zephirin to help the boy into bed until he wakes and can be properly observed for signs of injury. (a truly responsible school nurse would tell zephirin to go back to class afterward, too, but mr. whitecape is used to having students come into his office feigning sickness to get out of class for short periods of time, and he's always been inclined to look the other way.)
lying on his back on the bed in the nurse's office, francel looks very fragile indeed.
his fingers are the first things to stir — they twitch against the bed, and then his eyes move beneath his eyelids, a soft groan escapes his throat. slowly, francel opens his eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room. the air feels much cooler than in the gymnasium.]
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lying on his back on the bed in the nurse's office, francel looks very fragile indeed.
his fingers are the first things to stir — they twitch against the bed, and then his eyes move beneath his eyelids, a soft groan escapes his throat. slowly, francel opens his eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room. the air feels much cooler than in the gymnasium.]
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