[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]

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[b]location:[/b]The infirmary, Building 1 ------> The school, building nine-------> streets of Newman[/centre]

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Giving a soft sigh, Niesha helped Kristina to a bed, making sure she was comfortable before she started out. She didn't think either the doctor, or Astrid would want her there, nor would they want her help. Niesha knew her skills weren't totally transferable to a clinical aspect, yet to understand medications, you had to understand the diseases behind them. Still, last time she had offered help, it hadn't turned out well, and why should she put herself in that position again? She found herself stopping at the door, and looking back. [color=fff200]"If you haven't asked about, or found out medical history, that might be a good place to start, too, while you're running all those tests. I'll come back for you later, Kristina"[/color]. Slipping out the doors, she glanced about. 

She was feeling like a bad friend, because she couldn't stay with Kristina. She wanted to say screw it, and just go back in, but that would be going against the order to stay away from the infirmary if the doctor was there. Sighing again to herself, She stood outside the infirmary a moment, wondering where to go from here. She could go find Sophie, and hope she wasn't mad about being ditched. [i]Kristina thinks I should do something...but...wouldn't it be,,,taking advantage? She's just come out of the infirmary...[/i] She bit her lip, thoughtful. 

It seemed that everything here was a challenge. It was a challenge not to overstep her bounds in the gardens, although all she wanted to do was help. It was a challenge to not be running, all the time. It was a challenge to know what to do with Sophie. What did you do, with someone you liked? For that matter, how did you know if someone liked you? Kristina seemed to think she should just go for it...but wouldn't the pain of knowing Sophie didn't like her be worse then not knowing? Was Kristina right though? In this world...wouldn't it be better to know? Wouldn't it be better to try for even a little bit of happiness, in case things all went to hell again? Yet if she followed that logic...just what was she meant to do? It wasn't like she could simply just go up and kiss Sophie. Well, she could, but she didn't know how. 

Realising she had been standing outside the infirmary for some time, she glanced about, starting to walk. She headed to the school, hoping Sophie was there, Finding that she wasn't, Niesha frowned, wondering how far Sophie could get. Maybe she had been heading back to the apartment...but wouldn't they have crossed paths, then? Now standing outside the school, she heard more voices that didn't seem apart of the daily life here and she wondered just what else was going on today. [i]It seems it never rains but pours here, when things go crazy[/i] she thought, glancing towards the gates, she would swear she saw a man pushing a wheel chair, but the moment she looked back to check, there was no one there. [i]Am I day dreaming? Has this all just been a dream, am I going to wake up and find Astrid delivering Sophie to me, as if this never happened?[/i] The day did seem to have a "in only dreams" like quality to it. 

Frowning to herself, she looked down at her hands. There was a common theory that in dreams, you had extra fingers, but Niesha's hands were perfectly normal. Weary, all Niesha wanted to do was find Sophie and take her home, where they could simply rest and talk. Right then, that seemed like the best thing in the world. She would have to stop at the infirmary again, to help Kristina home. Rubbing her eyes, like a child, as if that could get rid of the weariness. [color=fff200]"Where are you, Sophie?"[/color] She said to herself, giving a heavy sigh.

Where to begin?