Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150605050103

Airmid had been sitting in the infirmary, reading the epic Paradise Lost. Apparently the staff had installed smoke detectors in the infirmary now because Airmid had been lighting too many copies of novels she disliked while they were on the job, so here they were: instead of burning books while on the job, they were reading.

Or at least, reading until someone entered.

"Huh," the next physician uttered, dropping the poetry book on the counter and walking over to the nightingale at the door. "You're not okay," Airmid stated, quickly looking over at Rose. They sprinted back over to her drawer to pull out a box of wet wipes for the girl to clean the blood with. "Do you need anything in particular? Should I ask what happened or is that too personal?"