Focusing on Crash’s retelling of his past, Kathy tried not to imagine the needle being pierced in and out of her skin. Luckily for her, the lidocaine was doing its trick and she could hardly feel a thing. The calm voice and reassuring touch Crash gave was also helping. [i]‘If he wasn’t clumsy I would instantly nominate him to go into the field of medicine. Crash has really good bed-side manners.’[/i] She thought.

She started laughing as he began to describe his shift into a squirrel and had to focus on keeping her arm from moving as his story continued. “Oh? Already?” Hearing that he was done, Kathy opened her eyes and looked at her hand. “Thank you, it didn’t hurt at all.” She blushed a little, feeling silly about acting so scared about something that she could hardly even feel. “... Although I’m not sure how I feel about the fact you can use a needle better than I can. My pride as a girl hurts now.” She joked, evidently feeling much better from before both physically and emotionally.

Then seeing Kiwi get involved with another pair of students, she paled. She suddenly remembered why she didn’t want to get treated at the infirmary in the first place and the few experiences she had with Kiwi in the previous year. Watching Crash try to make a hasty exit, she too got up and quickly retreated to one of the windows. “Uhh, thanks again Crash. I think that’s all the treatment I need, really.” Eyeing Zivon with sympathetic eyes she gave them all a wave and whispered, “Good luck.” Opening the window with her good hand, Kathy immediately bolted out of it, running down the walls before jumping down onto the ground at a safe height. Wishing luck to the students left behind in the infirmary, she walked back to the dorm to finally get some rest from the chaotic day.