As they entered the infirmary, the soft, calming scent of herbal redies and fresh bandages filled the air.
Miss Seacole looked up from her desk, her warm smile quickly fading as she noticed Aiden’s injured wrist. She stood up and imdiately made her way over to them.
"Oh my," she muttered, glancing between the group. "What happened to your wrist?"
Aiden winced slightly as he held it out for her inspection, feeling the pain throb with every movent. "I fell earlier. I stopped myself from falling down the stairs, but I think I might’ve sprained it."
Miss Seacole nodded, her brows furrowing in concern. "A sprain, yes. You’re lucky you didn’t do more damage. Everyone else, please wait outside for a mont."
The group hesitated for a mont, exchanging unsure glances. Amihan opened her mouth to protest, but Miss Seacole gave her a reassuring look.
"Don’t worry, it’ll just be a quick check. I’ll have him out in no ti, I promise."
Reluctantly, Amihan, Ivara, Sevan, and the others stepped outside.
"Is it really that bad?" Adrian asked, voice full of concern.
Before Aiden could respond, Adrian turned to Miss Seacole. "I’m not leaving until I know he’s fine. You don’t mind, do you?"
Miss Seacole glanced between Adrian and Aiden, sensing the protective concern in Adrian’s voice. "Well, if you insist," she said with a slight smile, though her tone was firm. "But you’ll have to stay out of the way while I work. I have a process."
Adrian didn’t budge, crossing his arms. "I’ll stay right here. I need to make sure my friend is alright."
Aiden shook his head. "Adrian, it’s fine. I’m okay, really." But Adrian’s gaze remained unwavering and so Aiden dropped the subject.
Miss Seacole, sensing Adrian wasn’t going to back down, sighed softly and nodded.
"Alright, alright. You can stay. But please don’t crowd , alright? I’ll take care of him."
She gently guided him to one of the beds, motioning for him to sit down.
"Now, let’s take a proper look," Miss Seacole said, her voice calm and steady. She carefully removed the bandage and examined Aiden’s wrist.
He winced a little as she pressed around the area, but she worked gently, taking care not to cause more pain than necessary.
"This is a classic sprain," Miss Seacole explained as she worked, her fingers delicate as they assessed the injury. "A little magic should help to speed up the healing, but you need to rest it for a bit."
Aiden nodded, grateful for her care. "I didn’t think it was that bad," he admitted, his voice sheepish. "But it hurts more than I expected."
Miss Seacole smiled softly as she took out a small vial of shimring liquid from the shelves.
"This should help," she said. "It’s a mixture of restorative magic and a soothing balm. It’ll ease the pain and promote quicker healing, but I’ll need you to keep your wrist supported and avoid any strenuous activity for at least a day."
Aiden watched as she poured a drop of the glowing liquid into her palm.
With a gentle touch, she applied it to the swollen area of his wrist. The cool liquid spread over the skin like a light mist, and imdiately, Aiden felt the throbbing pain start to ease.
It was a strange sensation, almost like the magic itself was soothing the injury and knitting it together.
"Don’t be alard," Miss Seacole said as she continued the healing process. "It’s just the restorative magic at work. It might tingle a little, but you’ll feel better once it’s done."
Aiden closed his eyes, letting the magic take effect.
He had never been one for healing magic, but the way it eased the pain and made the injury feel less severe was a relief.
Once the magic had settled into his wrist, Miss Seacole wrapped it with fresh bandages and gave him a soft, encouraging smile.
"There you go. That should do the trick. Keep it rested, and I’ll check in on you later today to make sure everything’s healing properly."
Aiden flexed his hand, testing the wrist gently. The pain had dulled considerably, and although it was still sore, it felt much better than before. "Thanks, Miss Seacole," he said gratefully.
She patted his shoulder as he stood up. "You’re welco, Aiden. You’ll be good as new in no ti. Now, go easy on it, alright?"
As Aiden made his way to the door, he was greeted by the concerned faces of his friends, who had been waiting outside. He gave them a thumbs-up, relieved to see them waiting for him.
Sevan imdiately rushed to Aiden’s side, offering his support with a concerned look. "You alright, mate?" Sevan asked, his hand gently resting on Aiden’s uninjured arm, helping him balance.
Aiden smiled, appreciating the care. "Yeah, I’m fine now. Just a little sore, but nothing too bad."
"How’s your wrist?" Amihan asked imdiately, her eyes scanning him for any sign of discomfort.
Aiden smiled, wincing slightly but clearly feeling much better. "It’s much better now. She gave so magic to help it heal faster."
"Good," Ivara said with a slight nod, though she still looked concerned. "Don’t push yourself. It’s better to take it easy than make it worse."
Adrian lingered behind them for a mont, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the hallway.
The earlier tension from the fall still hadn’t completely left his body, and he wasn’t about to just let it go. After a brief mont, he turned and walked toward Jarek and Rupert, who were waiting nearby, looking a little guilty but mostly apprehensive.
"Did Shiloh do this because Aiden’s a Chase?" Adrian asked, his voice calm but with an edge to it.
Jarek hesitated for a second, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
He crossed his arms, looking at the ground before eting Adrian’s eyes. "Partially, yeah. Shiloh hates Aiden because he’s a Chase, but also because he’s figured out that you and Sevan were involved in the prank. He’s just been waiting for the perfect mont to get back at you all."
Adrian’s brows furrowed. "So this whole thing… it’s about the prank of turning the school blue, not just Aiden being a Chase?"
Jarek nodded slowly. "Exactly. Shiloh’s been pissed ever since the prank went down because, for so reason I don’t even know why he’s so pissed, and now that he’s realized you guys were behind it, he’s been trying to find a way to make you all pay."
Adrian clenched his fists. "Well, it looks like he picked the wrong mont to start this."
A small, cunning smile curled on Jarek’s lips. He looked over at Rupert, who gave a small nod of agreent. "You want revenge, huh?"
Adrian grinned, the idea taking root in his mind. "Why not? Shiloh’s been walking around like he owns the place. Maybe it’s ti soone reminded him he’s not untouchable just because of his father."
Jarek chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I like your style. We’ll make sure he learns his lesson."
Rupert, though less enthusiastic about the idea, shrugged. "If it’ll teach him not to ss with Aiden again, I’m in."
Adrian’s gaze shifted back to Aiden, who was now speaking with Sevan further down the hall. "We’ll make him regret it. I’m tired of Shiloh thinking he can just push people around."
Jarek clapped Adrian on the back. "That’s the spirit, my friend. Now, let’s put a little fun into this, shall we?"
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