I go to the nurse.

"I...yeah, I don't feel well." I answer clutching my stomach.

"Then, like go to the nurse so we can get to fucking." Mrs. Dawson dismissively waves me off, "Just like, pass the perm-ission slips first."

For a moment a lump forms in my throat as I worry Martin will say something to change me, but instead he simply watches as I do as I'm told before packing up my stuff. The halls are oddly quiet and the only sound I can make out is the sound of desks being moved in my homeroom until I get to far to hear.

Thankfully the nurse's office isn't to far and I'm before there in a few minutes.

It's really nothing special a small desk for the nurse with a computer in the corner that seems on, a couple chairs and two beds with privacy curtains, one which is closed and I can make out shadows moving. Also there's an odd sucking noise.

"Uh....hello, Ms. Jimenez?" I call as I fidget awkwardly.

"OH!" A familiar voice calls from behind the screen as the sucking ends. Instead of the short mousey latina in business casual I was expecting I'm greeted by a latina bombshell in a one piece white uniform that shows more chest than it hides and comes down to a skirt that ends mid thigh.

She wipes something white from her mouth not bothering to close the privacy curtain to give the tan woman restrained to the bed some modesty, though I doubt she needed the restraints considering her breasts are gigantic enough she likely can't stand straight.

"Like, are you one of the super cute helpers I asked for from the medicine classes?" The nurse asks in a valley girl accent, I'm pretty sure she never had an accent before, hell I'm pretty sure she's from New york, "Or are you like feeling icky?"