Josceline looked over to the west archway and took a small step backwards. She did not know if she wanted to go see her father, to watch him die. That would be all that she would be doing. Sitting next to his bed like the good little girl he wanted her to be, smiling politely, talking back, and watching him slip away from her. She looked over at Allen, the wind had picked up some and was tossing his ponytail back and forth. â€œI will go to the infirmary but I do not know about seeing my father as of now.â€ With that she started to walk towards the archway, leaving Allen to trail behind her.<br/><br/>When she got to the infirmary Nurse Madison came straight up to her and started to fuss about her hands. â€œMy lady, what did you do this time? Oh! Seems like you have gotten into the flowers again, you do need to start being more careful.â€ Josceline just made a face at all this, Madison always talked too much.<br/><br/>â€œI know. Just can you please dress my wound?â€ she said impatiently. Madison did as she was told be kept talking all the while. Josceline did not pay much attention to her blabber, she knew it had to do with her being more careful, and what she was doing to dress the wound.  She just looked down at her hand and impatiently waited for her to be done.