CSI East Rilling

Yasmin sighed at the sight of a barely coherent, pale looking Bryony at the infirmary's doorway, her black ponytail messy and clumsily pulled together, her eyes glazed over, with dark circles beneath, her collar buttons mismatched with their holes.

Poor Bryony was a grown woman, still subjected to same cruel taunting you'd expect to hear from teenagers, or in this case, particularly juvenile sorority girls and their trust fund boyfriends. It was never even witty, just the usual weightist heckling from the usual mean girl's cast.

Not that it mattered, but Bryony barely even brushed the border of overweight, not to any real noticeable degree anyway. Tragically, the girl's frankly ridiculous uniform had an unflattering effect on the bustier students. The more fashionable had the know-how to tuck and such in the right places to accentuate their slim figures, and the more delinquent simply wore whatever they pleased instead, but Bryony was a dutiful, if naive girl, so on went the shirt and the cardigan, turned into a tent by her very generous chest, and ergo the accusations of 'fat', 'cow', etc, and now the insecure girl's a regular in the infirmary, made frail and sullen by her bad habit of skipping meals.

The girl was far from unpleasant company, one of the few genuinely likable students of the Academy in fact, but it broke Yasmin's heart all the same to see her. She'd had a couple of heart-to-heart's, but it didn't do much for a girl too lacking in self-confidence to have anything but insecurities about her figure, so for now she'd usually just let her nap on the infirmary's bed, enjoy some idle chat, and send yet another gentle reminder to her useless parents to take a goddamn interest in their child long enough to put three square meals in her.

The girl was fast asleep by the time Mr Ainsley called out for her from the hall. He had a dazed, mumbling Miss Baines over his shoulder, her top torn open to reveal hefty breasts held in an expensive looking bra, slick with her own blood. The whole left side of her chest and throat was a sticky red mess.

"Oh my god...what happened?!" she asks in hushed tones, quickly pulling off her red cardigan as he directs him to lay Baines across the infirmary floor, propping up her head with it's bundled up fabric.

"I-I don't know...there was this...freak at the gates, he attacked Grenshaw, and Miss Baines sent me to get you. I heard her scream on the way, so I ran back, and by the time I got there...it was just her and the freak..." he stammers, rubbing off what blood he could from his shoulder with trembling hands.

Yasmin grabs her medical kit beneath her desk, popping open it's plastic clasps and pulling out a cloth and a roll of gauze.

"Where is he now? Can he get into the building?".

"I...I don't think so...he was still behind tbe gate when I came back. I assumed she just got too close...is she okay?".

A stupid question to ask regarding someone clinging to consciousness and covered in their own blood, but Yasmin keeps that bitter thought to herself, instead answering "I think so...when you say he attacked Grenshaw, do you mean bit him?".

"Yeah, took a nasty chunk out of his arm. Why? He hasn't done the same to Miss Baines, has he?".

Yasmin tries to get a better look at the wound as she dabs away the drying blood, eliciting some gentle, almost sensual moans from Baines, bizarrely enough; she hasn't practiced real medicine for years, but she remembers well enough what a person in pain looks and sounds like. This wasn't it.

"This is weird...she's clearly lost alot of blood, but so quickly...I can't even see anything worse than very mild bruising" she has to wipe her entire neck clean to find the mystery wound; the best she could find is a pair of pinprick marks, still damp, but nowhere near severe enough to explain the quantity of blood.

"Mmmm..." Baines squirms as the soft cloth rubs against her bite mark, her back arching a little, her chest heaving as she takes a long, ragged breath. Yasmin quickly pulls back, looking down at her patient blushing expression, unsure of what to make of it. Peering up at Ainsley, who seems to be uncomfortably aware of Baine's state of undress.

She rescues him from the awakward situation by rising from the floor and clearing her throat. "We should go find Mr Grenshaw, wherever he is. He could be in even worse condition...you've called an ambulance, right?".

He looks sheepish for a moment before quickly patting his pockets for his phone as he rises. Yasmin sighs, perhaps a little more condescendingly than she should have, before pulling open the bed's curtain and shaking bryony awake by her shoulder.

She groans and yawns as she rises sluggishly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as rises and turns to Yasmin.

"Mm...Miss Sharjan? Is something wrong?".

"Miss Baines is a little under the weather, sweetheart. Me and Mr Ainsley have to go for a bit, but we'll be back as quick as we can. Just keep an eye on Miss Baines, and let me know if she wakes up, or anything happens, okay?".

Bryony gives a quizzical look past her as she asks "why, what's wro-".

"We don't have time, just look after her, okay?" Yasmin insists, to which Bryony nods urgently, pulling herself off the bed as Yasmin's closing the door, finding Ainsley beside the doorway.

"My phone must have fallen out of my pocket while I was running, you'll have to make the call. I'll have a look for Grenshaw; if he's not come to find you, he might have collapsed somewhere" he insists, thumbing down at the hallway.

"Alright, I'll have to use my office phone. You go look for him, and grab someone to keep an eye on whoever it is at the gate. I'll come looking for you once I've called the police and ambulance". The two part, Yasmin returning into the infirmary.