First Aid Class, first session.

Woop! You push open the door excitedly, having it slam surprisingly quietly (but with lots of ****!!) against the doorstopper. As is custom. Miranda shuffles in shyly past you as you scan across this new classroom -- the rest of your class is already here, sat in their normal arrangement. Lexi raises one fist lazily into the air, elbow bent ninety degrees.

"Woop." She says, before moving the same hand to cover her yawning mouth.

This classroom's pretty cool! It's set up like a science lab, with a bunch of tables and glass-doored cupboards around the edges of the room. The desks in the centre are the same as normal, but as you take your seat at your desk you can't help but look all around at the shiny bottles and syringes and bandage wrap and general cool stuff! You kind of wish you just had free roam here to take what you'd want. You'd fill up a bunch of syringes with water, and spray them one by one into your mouth to drink from, and then fill them up again. It would be bliss!

Anyway, you're at your desk, and once again waiting for your teacher to arrive. It's strange how sometimes they're already in here getting set up before class, and sometimes they only come right when the second bell rings. Does that mean teachers do other things too? That'd be funny.

Right on cue with the bell, {if CumSuccess == 2}Nurse Riley walks in. You give her a happy smile and a wave, and she gives you a nice little smile back as well as she takes up her spot at the front of the class and clears her throat.

{else}the woman you assume is your teacher walks in. She's got brown hair that looks really healthy and well-maintained, and she's wearing a white peacoat over a white shirt. She's got a really kind-looking face, but you think you notice something on her cheek..... you squint your eyes and lean in with your neck a little bit as she passes you. Yeah, you were right! Right on her right cheek there's what looks like a really really small tattoo of one of those red medical crosses. It's about the size of a pea.

She takes her place at the front of the room, and clears her throat gently, beaming across at you and your classmates. {endif}"Hello, class! My name is Nurse Riley -- I'm the university nurse, but I also teach all of the first aid classes, so you'll be seeing quite a lot of me! Hopefully more in the classroom than in my office, heehee." Her shoulders rise and fall with her little bit of laughter, and she brings up a hand to cover it politely. Oh, both of her hands have a blue glove on, that disappears up into the sleeve of her white coat. You'd probably guess they stopped around her elbows, maybe?

"I know it's the last lesson of your first week here, and I'm sure Professor Phoebe really worked you over during period one, so we won't start off with anything too difficult! Just some basics to get everybody excited for our next class together."

{if CumSuccess == 2}Sounds like you'll just get to relax now after all. That's a big relief!{else}Her voice sort of sounds like it's singing all the time, and everything about her just seems so soft. Plus, she basically said that you don't need to pay attention this class, so she's already in your good books!{endif}

Class goes on as Nurse Riley teaches you all the basics of cleaning and bandaging a basic wound. None of your classmates faff around or chat to each other much at all, which is pretty surprising. Even Delilah's not talking Jace's ear off in the other corner! The biggest disruption coming from any of them is Lexi humming a tune to herself idly as she expertly wraps the bandage around the mannequin arm, following Nurse Riley's directions as she stands from the front and runs you all through it (post-disinfecting the mannequin arm's wound, of course).

Nurse Riley claps gleefully and showers Lexi with praise when she presents the patched-up arm to her, holding it with both hands like you'd present an ancient heirloom blade. The encouragement she gives Lexi pushes you on to do well too, as it seems to with the rest of your class as well, because you all want to hear what a great job you did. Hey, there's something to be said for acting all friendly then, huh? You got to relax all class and actually learned a bit of first aid, all in one!

As class has about fifteen minutes left, and you're all working individually on your first try at stitching on two pieces of fabric (Nurse Riley wants you all to have your first attempt from now and your later attempt at the end of the year, so you can all compare and see how far you've come!), Delilah stands up and walks over to the front of the room. You don't really care though, you're just relaxing and riding out this last class in preparation for the weekend. Plus, you're pretty sure that you're totally nailing this stitching. Like, you're not saying that you already deserve a licence or anything, but that's only because you're so focused and you're totally thinking it.

At the front desk, Nurse Riley leans down to let Delilah whisper something into her ear. As she whispers past her cupped hand, her eyes flicker over to you a couple of times.

"Oh, of course! That's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. And of course you can bring your friend if it makes you more comfortable. Do finish that stitching over the weekend if you don't in class today though, I want to hang them up on the wall next week!"

Delilah leans back and gives you a thin smile from across the room. "Come on, Debbie." She says, walking past your desk and to the door. "Will you come to the bathroom with me?"

The room freezes. The stitching ambience stops. You slowly look up from your still hands and over towards Delilah, standing in the doorway. You swear your neck creaks like a rusty door as your head turns.

"M-me?" You ask. Delilah nods a single time, innocent smile on her face. This is weird. This is weird! What the heck's this about?

You look around the classroom. Cameron's eyes are wide, and he's just looking back and forth from you to Delilah to you to Delilah over and over. Lexi, at the desk behind you, is leaning back on her chair with her legs up on the desktop. Her hands are also motionless mid-stitch, and she's looking over towards Delilah. As you watch her, she turns over towards you and whispers "bewaaaaarrre" in a voice that the entire room can definitely hear.

Jace is a bit more encouraging, looking a bit surprised but shooting you a thumbs up that says 'go for it'.

Miranda's still stitching the sheets of fabric together at maximum effort. "If this was a real injury, your patients would've all bled out by now." She mutters to herself, hunched over her work.

Well.... you guess it'd be a bit rude not to, especially if she's trying to make amends for being mean all week...... it's nearly the weekend anyway, so what's the harm? You leave your backpack resting against the leg of your desk, and walk over to the door where a smiling Delilah turns and leads you through some of the university's hallways.