I was moving over a large piece of glass and then suddenly dropped it onto the ground, gasping in pain. A small thin red line ran across my palm, blood slowly dripping from the wound. I tried to heal it, but my magic felt... blocked. It was there, but something prevented me from using it. "What the...? It was working just fine a few moments ago." I mumbled, I looked up. "I'm going to go to the nurse's office and get some bandages, I'll be right back." I said, with that, I walked out and looked for the nurse's office, holding my bleeding hand.