Artemis made her way downstairs towards the medical centre. Her thoughts were still buzzing from her sudden outburst, but she had meant every word of it. What gave Kiara the right to be so entitled? It also hurt her that whenever anything was said, Thomas always seemed to take her side. Did she need to become a tearaway to ger any attention?! Her thoughts were dashed as a throb of pain drummed her hand and she hissed in discomfort, flexing her fingers from inside the wrapped up pillow case.<br/><br/>There wasn't a long wait as the Chansey nurse soon spotted her and beckoned her over. "My, my what have you done?!" she asked in shock as she slowly peeled away the material to reveal the gashes.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I... I got in a fight with my breakfast... the orange juice won..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis said with a small lame laugh. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I... was just a bit heavy handed"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">"I can see..." The chansey murmured as she surveyed the damage and delicately plucked out a couple of shards of glass. She soon perked up and flashed the young girl a smile, "Don't worry I can get this fixed up in no time!"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis found herself smiling back, a small warmth on her cheeks. She knew the chansey was just doing her job but it was a nice relief to not be judged when she spoke. She watched with a curiosity in her eyes as the woman worked to effortlessly clean her up and skillfully wrap a bandage around her hand and wrist. "There, that should do it! You were quite lucky, that orange juice seemed like it was a tough opponent!" she laughed, gently teasing the girl. <br/>
The aron felt as her cheeks reddened and she became rather bashful, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Um.. I mean... yeah... you could say... Thank you ma'am"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">The chansey lady nodded and folded her arms, a smile still splashed across her face, "Go on, be off with you! I bet your trainer misses you"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">The colour in Artemis' cheeks rapidly cooled and she simply nodded. She didn't want to tell the chansey just how wrong that statement was. She knew Thomas was wrapped up with Kiara and Dendra shopping, she could just picture the two other girls trying on lots of clothes and spending money which wasn't theirs too. Clothes and shopping was one of those things that never bothered Artemis, mainly because she wasn't very girly and it was just something she wasn't very good at. She hated being stared at whilst she browsed or the judgemental looks if she chose something sge liked that others didn't. Her look might be odd, but she liked it and it was pratical - for her type anwyay. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis left the medical room with her newly strapped up hand and made her way towards the reception. She was just in a luck! A male pelipper gijinka was stood talking with the kricketune, a post satchel sat proudly around his waist as he handed out today's letters. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Please don't go yet!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she called out as she dashed towards him when he turned to leave. The pelipper turned to look at Artmeis and smiled, "Do you have something little miss?" The aron nodded eagerly and searched through her tabbard pockets before pulling out a crumpled letter, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Here! It's for the Orre mountain farm!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she beamed, the pelipper took the letter and looked at the address then tipped his hat. "No worries little miss, I'll get there"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Artemis stood and watched as the postman disapeared, she felt a small relief and weight of her shoulders knowing her mother would appreciate the letter. With her jobs done, she slowly wandered towards the clothes shop. She had avoided the others for long enough and should probably regroup.</span>