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[right][sub][color=daa520][b]Location[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  Olympus Academy Infirmary
[color=daa520][b]Time[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  1:23 AM - 2:00 AM
[color=daa520][b]Interactions[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  Dr. Angela Harris (NPC); Dallas (Mentioned) [@Plank SInatra][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]While the rest of her classmates who were present at the party had returned to the comfort of their apartments and slept in their comfortable bed, Vivian, per the orders of Anastasia, escorted the young sun child to the infirmary. She initially fought Ana on it. She felt as fine as she could. She had one of the worst headaches she ever had, which she knew was a direct result of the ungraceful bump she took from the tree she met face first. But she was fine. Nothing was wrong. She could sleep it off, but Anastasia insisted with force and a smell that bound Vivian’s hands to her side.

How embarrassed she felt when Ana proved her dominant nature wasn’t just for show as she was carried over the woman’s shoulder and into the capable hands of Dr. Angela Harris, alumni of Olympus Academy and the head nurse of O.A. She also happened to be the Daughter of Paeon, the official Physician of the Gods. She was bestowed the unlimited and ever-growing knowledge of herbal medicine as well as the art of modern and supernatural healing.

At the infirmary, there were many beds made available to any student who may, at any point, suffer an injury either from training or whatever activity they may be involved with. Should those who work for Angela deem them too injured to continue, they were to be rushed to the infirmary and treated for as long as Angela says. Despite her dainty form, she can be as gentle as a mother comforting her hurt cub or she may have the fearsome fury like that of the King of the Gods himself. It is a necessary trait to have when treating Demigods.

Angela was made available at all hours of the night and not even five minutes after arriving, the tales of horror she had heard from her friends about how scary Angela Harris was. A lot of people say she had one eye that was so long that it would stretch almost three years with the eye being so crimson it looked like a literal blood eye. But, as she walked in and came into light, even with her vision somewhat compromised, Vivian didn’t see anyone who matched the tales description of her. She was of average height, looked a lot younger than Vivian thought she would be, but nothing about her screamed danger. Angela Harris was quite beautiful. She had a youthful face and a warm smile. Her eyes relaxed Vivian. Brown as they were, she saw life in them and every muscle in her stopped tensing up.

[color=salmon]“Vivian--”[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/k2CRIET.jpg]Angela’s[/url] voice was soothing to the blonde. [color=salmon]“Vivian Lucasta...L-Cah-Stah…” She pronounced Vivian’s last name. “Did I say that correctly?”[/color]

She nodded. [color=daa520]“I’m sorry that I have such a weird last name,”[/color] Vivian apologized, laughing awkwardly. She still was in a state of shock that Angela was so ...personable. [color=daa520]“You know…”[/color]

[color=salmon]“Hm?”[/color] Angela cut her off, eyes as wide as when Vivian herself hears her name being called.

[color=daa520]“Oh, I only meant to say you aren’t at all what my friends say.”[/color]

And that earned her a big fit of laughter that lasted a little longer than it needed to. [color=salmon]“I don’t know why those rumors started about me. So I had to play mean doctor with a few rowdy patients. Doesn’t mean I’m evil. Sooo, I had to pretend that I would send them to the underworld if they didn’t let me insert a needle into their arm? It’s not like Hades would do me that one, tiny favor.”[/color] 

As she went on, Vivian suddenly felt herself sinking lower and lower into the bed. It was one thing hearing the tales from others, but for her to hear almost word for word was mindboggling. Viv’s first thought was, of course, if she actually meant it. And if she did, then was Vivian the next one using the express route to the Underworld? And if Angela didn’t mean it, then that just meant her sense of humor was right up there with those who post 9/11 memes online. 

[color=daa520]“I..can I go now?”[/color] Her voice was low but Angela was able to hear her through her rant.

[color=salmon]“Huh? What? No.”[/color] Angela pulled a chair beside the bed Vivian was laying on. [color=salmon]“Sia told me you hit your head.”[/color] She mumbled as she began flashing a light emitted from her fingertip in Vivian’s right eye and then came the left. [color=salmon]“Well, your pupils are slightly dilated.”[/color] She nodded as though she did it to check off some list she had that Vivian didn't know about. [color=salmon]“If you wouldn't mind, please lean forward.”[/color]

That part of the check-up went by so fast that Vivian didn’t have time to process any of it in time. So, being the confused girl that she was, Vivian did the only thing that made sense to her: do what her doctor tells her to do.

As she sat up and leaned forward, Angela put her hands along the front and back of Vivian’s neck and slowly rubbed her collarbone. [color=salmon]“Well, there doesn't seem to be any fractures. Good,”[/color] she mumbled. 

Angela was now doing the same to Vivian’s head. As she continued to rub slowly and gently, she took her time. It wasn’t until she stopped near Vivian’s ears that her neutral expression that had given the blonde demigoddess comfort had disappeared and a troubled look soon set in and worry was now the dominant emotion in Vivian Lucasta’s mind.

[color=daa520]“What’s wrong?”[/color] She asked, panicking on the inside.

[color=salmon]“It’s...nothing.”[/color]

And yet, the hesitation did nothing to quell Vivian's growing worry. [color=daa520]“Tell me, am I...going to die?”[/color]

When Vivian was on a high, she was abnormally high, but when she was faced with even the slightest amount of bad news, better believe she was going to go so low that her mind entertains very dark thoughts.

[color=salmon]“What?!”[/color] Angela was genuinely taken by surprise at Vivian’s question. [color=salmon]“No, don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. I’m curious about something.”[/color] Angela backed up a few inches. 

[color=daa520]“What?”[/color]

[color=salmon]“How long has your head been hurting?”[/color] She asked Vivian. 

Vivian shrugged. “I don’t know. I've always had headaches. They tend to come and go at random times.”

Angela hummed curiously, looking at Vivian with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a long minute, she shrugged as well. [color=salmon]“I suppose this will be a question for another day.”[/color] She stood up and placed her hands on her hips and nodded down at Vivian. [color=salmon]“Okay, so rest up here and you’ll be woken up when it’s time for you and the others to meet with the Headmaster and Headmistress.”[/color]

[color=daa520]“Oh okay!”[/color] Vivian smiled for Angela, though part of her was still puzzled about her interest in her headaches.[/indent][/indent][/color]
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[right][sub][color=daa520][b]Location[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  En-route to the nearest Apollo Cafe → Eventually makes it!
[color=daa520][b]Time[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  6:30 AM - 8:00 AM
[color=daa520][b]Interactions[/b][/color]  [color=white]•[/color]  Boy at Apollo Cafe [@Lionhearted][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]As morning would arrive and after Vivian and the others left the private meeting from the Headmaster/Mistress’ office, though she didn’t particularly share the anger the others felt, she could understand. They were being offered up as the fall-guy in the event they were to talk to anyone about what happened last night. Vivian more felt bad for Dallas and the others. They saved the school from certain doom and, though they were praised for their bravery, their reward was a threat of expulsion and swore to secrecy.

Safe to say most of those who fought the shadow creatures weren’t all that happy. Vivian, being one of the few who didn’t fight and instead ran away and watched from the sidelines, didn’t know what to feel. Should she feel anger because she was included in the batch of students who got treated the same even though a few of them, like Vivian, didn’t do much of anything? Or maybe she was more understanding of the rules and would do anything not to threaten her tenure at Olympus Academy? Honestly, Vivian wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment. The only thing she wanted to do was focus on today and get through her classes later on the best that she could.

So the Daughter of the Sun put a bright smile on and went about her morning as though nothing had happened. 

She was closing in on an Apollo Cafe that was somewhat near where she was, but then she felt a throbbing pain surge through the entirety of her head, causing her to wince incredibly in pain and fall to a knee as she gripped her head. During the ten seconds the immeasurable agony lasted, Vivian saw glimpses of ...something. She saw the campus of Olympus but it was from afar. She saw the Hestia Building in view and she heard laughs. 

But that was it. Before she could hear or see anything past that, Vivian’s pain started to slowly subside and her headache faded away after a minute. But the feeling of dread? Or whatever it was -- that stayed with her. The rate at which her heart was beating was high -- it was almost too high for her to hope to stay calm. Vivian had visions before. They were short and often not that far into the future, but what she saw just now felt like it was months away, yet why did she suddenly feel as though it wasn’t?

[color=daa520]“I..I need a muffin.”[/color] She panted, running her way to the nearest Apollo Cafe.

And that’s what she did. Vivian ran as though her life depended on the familiar comfort of her famous blueberry muffins that she baked for the cafes. Something so personal to her and baked out of love was just what she needed right now. She knew it was the only thing that would calm her frantic state right now. So when she burst through the doors and rushed to the counter, the usually patient Vivian wasn’t present at the moment. She demanded it and the person working the register wasn’t about to deny the rare inpatient Vivian Lucasta what she desired.

As the butter she spread on the muffin melted, it worked like magic. Her heart rate lowered to a manageable BPM and she took a seat at a table where someone else, someone she didn’t know, was sitting. [color=daa520]“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you..”[/color] She looked at the incredibly handsome guy sitting across from her who had some type of journal out. [color=daa520]“I don’t think I know you. Are you new? I’m Vivian, Daughter of Apollo.”[/color] She held out her hand, which still had buttery crumbs of the blueberry muffin she had just devoured on them.[/indent][/indent][/color]